Email Service Notes 16th September (Eddie)

Original:

My friend Roger lives in New Zealand and he comes to Shanghai every year and stays for 3-6 months , to deal with his business and see his girlfriend . In this year,he came in June and went back to NZ at early September,and we had a farewell party for him on the last Sunday in August. I’m not going to talk about the party which was normal,instead,I’d like to tell a story about Roger.

For most of the past year,Roger was in Auckland and his girlfriend Georgia was in Shanghai, so they valued very much the time they were together and they spent a few hours everyday being together. One day, Roger was stuck in his work and didn’t have time to have dinner with Georgia. He called her and said:”Honey,I’m sorry but there is something very important I have to figure out today and I’m afraid I can’t have dinner with you tonight.” Georgia said:”Don’t worry!I’l be good! I’l ask Susan for dinner.”

Susan was Georgia’s roommate and they often made dinner and ate together. Later that night,Georgia sent Roger a photo in which there were two dishes followed a message saying “I had a nice dinner”.

On the second day, Roger went to Georgia’s apartment where he saw Susan and her boyfriend,a French guy who was tall and handsome. He shook hands with him and greeted briefly then he headed into Georgia’s room. Without beating around the bush,he asked:”The one who you had dinner with last night was the French guy not Susan,wasn’t he?” Georgia was so taken back with thousands of question marks in her head. Roger smiled and kept going:”According to the photo you sent to me, the chopsticks opposited to yours were at your right side which means that person’s dominant hand is the left hand. When I shook hands with the French guy just now, he reached his left hand subconsciously and took back and reached his right hand. He did it in one second but I noticed that.So, do you think my inference makes sense?”

Without any doubt, Roger was right. When I heard this story, I said to Georgia:”Do not lie to this guy! He reads people like books!”

Edit:

My friend Roger lives in New Zealand but he comes to Shanghai every year and stays for 3-6 months, to deal with his business and see his girlfriend. This year, he came in June and went back to NZ in early September, and we had a farewell party for him on the last Sunday in August. I’m not going to talk about the party, which was normal, but instead, I’d like to tell a story about Roger.

For most of the past year, Roger was in Auckland and his girlfriend Georgia was in Shanghai, so they valued very much the time they were together. They spent a few hours together everyday. One day, Roger was stuck at work / had to work late and didn’t have time to have dinner with Georgia. He called her and said: “Honey, I’m sorry but there is something very important I have to figure out today and I’m afraid I can’t have dinner with you tonight.” Georgia said: “Don’t worry! I’ll be good! I’ll have dinner with Susan.”

Susan was Georgia’s roommate and they often made dinner and ate together. Later that night, Georgia sent Roger a photo in which there were two dishes followed by a message saying “I had a nice dinner”.

The next day, Roger went to Georgia’s apartment where he saw Susan and her boyfriend, a French guy who was tall and handsome. He shook hands with Roger and greeted him briefly then Roger headed into Georgia’s room. Without beating around the bush, he asked: “The one who you had dinner with last night was the French guy not Susan, wasn’t he?” Georgia was so taken aback by this and her mind raced to understand what Roger was getting at. Roger smiled and kept going: “In the photo you sent to me, the chopsticks opposite to yours were at your right side which means that person’s dominant hand is their left hand. When I shook hands with the French guy just now, he held out his left hand subconsciously then took it back and put out his right hand. He did it in one second but I noticed it. So, do you think my inference makes sense?”

Obviously, Roger was right. When I heard this story, I said to Georgia:”Do not lie to this guy! He reads people like books!”