There's this older couple that sits at the gate of my apartment complex and sells 饭团 (think "rice burritos") every morning till 9am. These 饭团 are delicious, so I'm actually eating breakfast semi-regularly now. Yesterday, the gentleman was wearing an old T-shirt. This is what it said:

SAME SHIT
different day

Jodi told me that when she first got to Shanghai, she thought that the guys who sit on their parked motorcycles by the subway stations and bus stops were the infamous Shanghai husbands ("they cook, they clean, they take care of the children") waiting to pick up their wives and take them home. Only after she mentioned them to her roommate did she learn that they are actually just 二轮车, two-wheeled taxis.