I went to my usual siu mei (roast meat) shop, which has the best roast duck, chau siu, soy sauce chicken on the planet to buy my lunch. Since it’s mid afternoon so they didn’t have the soup ready, but I said “No probs.” But as I was walking out, I saw the “soup” was in a plastic bucket. A yellow one, you know the one you mop floors with. First instance, I wanted to scream! “Arh, all these years, you put the soup in a bucket!”
Then I realized it’s just a container. If they kept it clean and don’t use the same one to wash the dishes, it’s fine. It’s odd how we view certain objects and attach, what you “should” do with them.
A bucket is for carrying liquid in. I should know. I spent four years studying cultural anthropology. That’s one of the things you have to whack in our head in the introduction class that different cultures categorize things differently. It’s not a different culture here, but I have the same bucket, and I use it for the floor, that’s all.
Yan Sham-Shackleton Online 