Uncles and Aunties in Trite Arguments

By Nguyen Ayi

Ho Chi Minh City- The Ministry of Finance has decided to adopt neighborhood disputes over potted plants, trash can placements, and parking spots as official economic indicators to track the health of the economy. Ho Chi Minh City has officially entered a recession according to a new economic indicator: uncles and aunties in trite arguments (UAAI). The economic downturn has manifested itself in uncles brawling over parking spots and trash can placement, and aunties squabbling over the optimal placement of a potted plant.

Last Saturday at Tan Dinh market, two uncles, armed with nothing but their pride and a few choice expletives, engaged in a heated battle over a coveted parking space. Witnesses reported that the argument escalated quickly, with both parties resorting to slapping matches reminiscent of a cheerleading squad fighting over pompoms. “I’ve been circling this lot for 20 minutes!” shouted Uncle Nguyen, while Uncle Tran retorted, “You think you own this street? I’ve parked here since before you were born!”

As the altercation drew a crowd, it became clear that this was not just a simple disagreement over a parking spot; it was a microcosm of the city’s economic woes. The streets of Ho Chi Minh are now filled with new empty high-end coffee shops and Western-style bistros on bad credit, all of which will be out of business in six months.

In a nearby neighborhood, a group of aunties found themselves embroiled in a fierce debate over the placement of a potted plant on the corner of a communal garden. “It needs more sunlight!” insisted Auntie Mai, while Auntie Lin countered, “No, it needs to be closer to the bench for aesthetic purposes!” The argument quickly escalated, with coconut cleavers twirling through the polluted air.

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As I sit in my sprawling mansion—an architectural marvel that boasts seven bedrooms, an infinity pool, and a home gym that rivals the local fitness center—I can’t help but reflect on how well I’m doing. You see, despite my countless triumphs and the hundreds of thousands of dollars I rake in annually, I must lament the tragic financial plight of my family members who haven’t paid me back for that $50 I lent them three years ago. Yes, it’s true: while I am living the dream, I bear the heavy burden of their debt.

Now, I fully understand that this newspaper absolutely should not be giving me a platform to air my grievances about how privileged I am to complain. But let’s be honest—what else could you possibly want to read about? The struggles of a middle-class family trying to make ends meet? Yawn. Instead, let me tell you about my struggle with maintaining a lifestyle that includes regular visits from my housekeeper, who I swear has been using too much bleach on my marble floors.

Oh, the sacrifices I make! Just last week, I had to budget for my kids’ tuition at an elite university in the U.S., a country that is, let’s face it, a bit of a dumpster fire at the moment. I mean, who wouldn’t want their children to have the chance to develop a drug habit or start a small fire at their fourth home near UCLA? The American Dream, right? I often hear my friends in Vietnam say, “Nguyen, it must be so fulfilling to have children at such prestigious institutions!” And I respond, “Yes, but at what … Read more