Chopstick Training

Night fell fast, and the aroma from the noodle shop kitchen got even stronger! I couldn't just sit around, so I hoisted that giant bamboo chopstick over my shoulder and started a full-blown training routine on top of an upside-down drink crate. I spun the wooden rod around with both hands, balancing right on the edge of the plastic grid. When I slammed the blunt tip down into a discarded soda bottle cap, it flipped into the air and landed cleanly inside a paper napkin ring! I let out a victory cheer, wiped the sweat off my forehead, and leaned on my staff to catch my breath.