There are five different little Buddha statues on my window sill. Three were gifts and two I bought. There are no Christian, Muslim, Hindu, or any other religious objects in my apartment. Nor am I a follower of Buddhism. It just struck me as strange.
I was always kind of partial to Buddha's image. It reminds me of me, big belly and all. In fact, my first year I was nicknamed CIA's Buddha. The police we taught, and who worked near my apartment, called me that.
One day a friend was driving and pulled a u-turn where he shouldn't have. A cop waved him over. They nattered in Korean when the cop looked at me and said "Oh CIA Buddha!". He let my friend off with a warning.
It is funny the things we think of and what triggers them.
One of my co-workers noticed my resemblance to Buddha, as well, and started rubbing my belly. She was hoping to have a child in the near future. I told her she would have to rub something else for that.
ReplyDeleteheh ... good one. :)
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