卫瑞琦
The opucus sky replete with big dark clouds made the gloomy Monday nothing but more bleak.
Joan,a fubsy spinster who is assumed subjectively by her nosy acquaintance to be prone to have a different sexual orientation than other typical American women, is leaving her shared room in an obsolete department which is situated in a slum called "Waterloo" where minorities like Aisan immigrants and black are the majority for her day shift which only takes her 3 hours to look after "Wee's" , a store owned by a stingy bald guy who always only pays 15 dollars for Joan's day shift and 10 dollars for a night shift.
Nobody really knows the exact age of Joan,where she was born,and what she had been through.The only thing Joan ever told and the thing Joan will tell is that she is of Irerish and Jewish descent ,finished all her education in the district of Brooklyn,NYC and quitted school at the age of 15.
After Joan's day shift at Wee's , Joan sneaks into a creepy queer bar with a cheap weird makeup which is thick enough to prevent people from telling who she really is.
The bar is ornamented with nothing special——There is just a skeleton of which the gender of the previous owner can not be told and a variety of empty beer bottles of old-fashioned brands whose regular consumers are already too old to be drinking if they are still alive with their caps sticked on the inner roof of this timeworn building which isn't as fragile as its facade seems to be.
Joan already knows that she is no longer young and pretty. Frankly we can't even describe her as an average girl when she was young.She looks unpleasant from her head to feet,always——There is no physical attraction we can detect from her plump body. Although there is a saying goes that everyone in this world is born in a beautiful way and can get the God's blessing,I don't think there is even a little bit mercy in Joan's appearance.
Joan's cheap makeup of prostituter style doesn't really make her look better——It only makes her creepy plate turn out to be worse.(I don't dare depict that horrible thing a face,I think I'd better illustrate it as a plate) It's a common sense that things never go the way the people expected when it comes to the individuals stuck in destitution——Sometimes this kind of poverty can last from one generation to another,I don't think the people who have a hard time living in this kind of capitalistic circumstance can escape from this situation. It is something more likely to be an endless curse...Once u get the curse,you'll never get it unraveled.
"Hey,my routine beer and a cupcake with extra sugar on the rim....."
"No,you'd better give me a pancake rather than that cupcake,cupcakes are too sissy,u know that I'm saying. "
The mannish waiter takes a glimpse at the fubsy woman who looks totally like a prostituter...She tries to say something but still gets the words unspoken...
