Shimmer and I came across the multi-lingual Wet Paint sign on a concrete block utility shed we pass regularly on our walk. The sign was a lie; there was no wet paint. But there it was, haphazardly taped to the dry wall, blaring its false warning in five languages to all who passed.
I thought about the many conversations Shimmer and I have overheard on our walk. Cantonese, Russian, Spanish, Tagalog, Khmer, Farsi, Japanese, Korean, and English, all brought together by the the necessity of shopping at the grocery store we pass on our way to the park.
I can only understand English, but I’ve noticed when someone talks to Shimmer in a foreign language, he seems to know exactly what they’re saying.