Leah and I spent last Saturday getting lost in the Binondo/ Sampaloc area. I used to mind a store in Binondo and I know how weird conversation can get (a man tried to exchange his daughter for a bottle of Fundador once, jokingly, of course -- I think), but even that did not prepare me for the exchange I overheard in a store that sold Chinese knickknacks:
Happy smiling Chinese guy walks into store. He's obviously a regular.
Guy: Hello! I want to buy an incense holder.
Salesperson: Sure! I'll go get one for you.
Guy: Oh, I want the one for ancestors, not for gods.
I am so clueless about my cultire. *sigh*