… the way many Chinese order at a restaurant, a process that can seem more like a debate. The customer looks over the menu, often a booklet of five or six plastic-encased pages, pausing to ask questions, discussing items with the server, working from front to back, then from back to front, staring, staring, perhaps hoping that if he looks long enough, the menu items will improve or come down in price or something. It’s worth noting: He’s not just ordering a dish for himself but four or five dishes for the entire table, so he wants to get it right.
… the way people walk into the street seemingly oblivious to traffic, confident that if they get to a spot ahead of a car, the spot belongs to them and the car will either stop or, more likely, swerve into another lane, confident that if it gets to a spot in the other lane first, the approaching bus will stop or, more likely, swerve into another lane. Seasoned pedestrians blithely make their way without incident, and the only one who comes close to being killed is me. It’s all timing, I guess.
… buses being driven like bumper cars, as if the idea is to cause elderly people with many bags to go flying.
… the idea that I’m old enough now for elderly people with many bags to decline my seat when it is offered.
That’s it for this edition of “I still can’t get used to …”