" All right, " I said. " Don't get in a wax" .

" 好吧，" 我说。 " 别发火。"

He was seated at a tiny table at the end of the bar in a waxed dark brown jacket—the kind you buy to look like you belong in the countryside.

他坐在酒吧尽头的一张小桌子旁，身穿打蜡的深棕色夹克——那种你买来让自己看起来像乡下人的夹克。