So I had it in mind that, when and if I saw the Rack Capo at his post again, I would coral a Hotel staffer in order to intervene, or worst case, make me eat crow; something that wasn't about to happen after having already forked out 23 Yuan to take a dip.
So upon departing the Hotel Lobby, I saw the Rack Guard, already hovering over my Mother-in-law's butter yellow colored Bicycle.
Before he could lock onto me with his Eastwood-like gaze, I quickly spun on my heels, making a direct path to the Hotel's Front Desk, There, I first had to requisition an English-speaking staffer, in this case, Monica, pictured here.
Explaining the situation to her, it took some time for her to digest the facts, as her English wasn't all that good; and my Mandarin, despite the admonitions of the in-laws, continues to be miserable.
Once she'd fully chewed the details to bits, she approached Clint -- who still stood a mere four feet away from her and I.
Some discussion ensued, afterwhich, Monica indicated that it had not been the intention of Anzhen's "Man with No Name" to open his own parking lot for foreigners.
MonIca must be a diplomat in training, for I never did get any sort of explanation from her; her interpretation being that I was probably overthinking the whole matter.
I couldn't help noticing however, that after their exchange, that Mr, Wheels and Spokes looked just a little smaller in stature, having just been read the riot-act to him, albeit discreetly, by a female many years his junior.
Nonetheless, I still seemed to catch a Dirty Harryesqe glare from Rackman as I once again turned to pedal towards home.
I guess that, just in case, along with my swim trunks and goggles, I'll have to pack a six-pack of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, the next time I visit the Hotel.
