From the corner of my eye I could see Yu Shifu grabbing his ears and writhing around in pain. It is obvious that he used to be a slight man, but now that he has reached his 60s he is beginning to get soft around the midsection and is developing a paunch. He is wearing a dark suit coat and trousers and is clutching his black leather man purse tightly to his chest. He is obviously not having a very good time and keeps opening and closing his mouth to ease the pressure.
"Hey, Yu Shifu, do your ears hurt?" I yell over to him -- sitting on the other side of the aisle. I address him as "shifu," which means "master," to show my respect for his age.