Tsui Ji-mui carefully hung her work blouse up to dry. She had twenty minutes between shifts at the 5 floor Kowloon dim sum emporium where she worked pushing a dumpling cart around between tables 12 hours a day.
Today, someone had accidentally spilled hot crab juice all over her. Speckles of roe dotted her top like bling.
Unfortunately, her 35 square meter apartment had no windows to open for a cross breeze to expedite the drying process. In fact, her flat had no windows to speak of. It was probably just as well, though, as she was on the 37th floor and was terribly afraid of heights.
Still, a nice open window would definitely help ease the stink of crab on her blouse.