The husband came home from school yesterday and told me he'd experianced yet another first (again) after almost six years of teaching. Yes, he's saved a kid's life using the heimlich manouvre, he's made one, then several more boys, cry... but yesterday, he topped that all and made a kid pee in his pants! Seriously! Really! The man known to most of my friends as the nicest-person-they'd-ever-met made a twelve year old boy wet his bloody pants!
Actually it really wasn't his fault but the poor kid had raised his hands to go the bathroom and apparently, he thought he saw the teacher 'mouth' a big fat hairy 'NO' hahahaha! ...and so... what does a person do when he thinks he's not allowed to go to the bathroom? Well of course! Pee in his pants! Poor kid. After everyone left the classroom - it was fortunately, the last class of the day, he just sat there while the husband asked if he needed help.
Fortunately, the kind soul that my husband is not only did not laugh (I would not have been that nice of course, as I am the rough cruel bee-itch that everyone knows me as - and quite rightly so lol), he found a pair of shorts in lost-and-found and rescued yet another boy in distress. Ahhh... my prince! ...and everyone else's it seems lol.
I thought for sure the boy's parents would lodge a complaint to the school towards the 'unkind teacher'; then again, which self-respecting boy would tell anyone, even the most understanding of all parents, that he'd gone pee pee in his pants in class while everyone was listening to algebraic equations being jack-hammered into their teenage filled-with-nothing-but-lusting-after-girls (and/or boys)-thought brains... :D
I'd let you on into my secret: I'm waiting for the day for KOMT to come home to tell me all about the boy who crapped his pants lol! Look at all the fun I'm missing not serving the community by being a teacher and instead staying at home burning time on this blog hahaha!
Friday, February 23, 2007
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
T.M.I
Ever thought you're having a casual conversation with someone you see everyday - but are not friends with them - and suddenly find yourself in a conversation you didn't realize you were heading towards? Funny, I seem to land myself in that situation quite a lot lately...
Today, I was in the toilet after my day's workout routine and as usual, almost daily, I ran into the red-haired (when I say red-hair, I don't mean the ang moh auburn shaded hair... I mean fire-engine screaming red colored hair) light-skinned (or light skinded as some of them call themselves) African-American janitor. I don't know her name despite having chatted with her a gazillion times and know where her joints hurt, her doctor's name at Baptist East and today, I found out more than I cared to know - her sex life. I kid you not!! Aunt Jemima (let's just call her that) is super friendly. She's about 50 yrs old, again, the distinctive short super red hair and walks with a slight limp from her knee surgery. She's as southern as can be and refers to everyone she talks to as 'baby' or 'honey'. I'm usually 'baby'.
Yesterday, after my swim, Aunt Jemima told me to make sure I dried my hair before going out into the cold or I'd catch 'piumonia'. No mistake in my spelling. That's exactly how she pronounced it. Today, she fussed at me when I dried my hands on my sweaty shirt. Oh, don't get me wrong, Aunt Jemima is the sweetest... but sometimes, I suppose we need to be a little more careful with how we direct our conversations...
Today... yikes today... I have no idea how we got onto talking about sex because at first she was asking me if we could switch lives because she assumed I have a good life since I spend most of my mornings at the Germantown Centre gigglings and laughing with people (when I'm not groaning, moaning and complaining while working out). She also figured out I have no kids - I gather that someone must have mentioned it to her (like someone has got this insane rumor out that I am a nurse lol). But just as when we were talking about the no-kid syndrome and she let me know that she, too, has no kids, and is thrilled about it... she started going on about her five miscarriages that two were some form of tubular pregnancies. She told me to tell ALL men (ok, I'm married I don't know who else I would be telling) that a man can bump and grind and do all the loving he wants but do not 'drop' a baby in us! Before I knew what was going on, Aunt Jemima, low and behold, was showing me what to do if a man 'drops it' in you. Hey, don't kill the messenger, I'm only quoting! Omg I swear, she was sitting on the toilet and giving me all sorts of sound affects, I kid you not, like she's squeezing what the guy 'dropped' in her out! No, she did not pull down her pants but omg that was traumatic enough! I guess Aunt Jemima must be a little deaf because she's loud! With her booming tenor voice plus the confined space of the three-cubicle toilet's echoe, I myself was going deaf and dumber by the minute.
I didn't know how to get out of it... I even had one hand on one door and checking my time (pretending like I had somewhere, anywhere, to go). But Aunt Jemima went on. Omg did she go on... she went on to tell me how she told her dead husband she would kill him if she'd gotten her pregnant (I wonder who got her the 5 miscarriages those times) and how she would not kill him with her fist, a knife or an axe but with a pistol! No I'm not making any of this up! Just go ask Sean the receptionist who was in tears by the time I walked out of the toilet.
Too much information Aunt Jemima! Waaaayyy too much!! Can't say it wasn't funny though.
Today, I was in the toilet after my day's workout routine and as usual, almost daily, I ran into the red-haired (when I say red-hair, I don't mean the ang moh auburn shaded hair... I mean fire-engine screaming red colored hair) light-skinned (or light skinded as some of them call themselves) African-American janitor. I don't know her name despite having chatted with her a gazillion times and know where her joints hurt, her doctor's name at Baptist East and today, I found out more than I cared to know - her sex life. I kid you not!! Aunt Jemima (let's just call her that) is super friendly. She's about 50 yrs old, again, the distinctive short super red hair and walks with a slight limp from her knee surgery. She's as southern as can be and refers to everyone she talks to as 'baby' or 'honey'. I'm usually 'baby'.
Yesterday, after my swim, Aunt Jemima told me to make sure I dried my hair before going out into the cold or I'd catch 'piumonia'. No mistake in my spelling. That's exactly how she pronounced it. Today, she fussed at me when I dried my hands on my sweaty shirt. Oh, don't get me wrong, Aunt Jemima is the sweetest... but sometimes, I suppose we need to be a little more careful with how we direct our conversations...
Today... yikes today... I have no idea how we got onto talking about sex because at first she was asking me if we could switch lives because she assumed I have a good life since I spend most of my mornings at the Germantown Centre gigglings and laughing with people (when I'm not groaning, moaning and complaining while working out). She also figured out I have no kids - I gather that someone must have mentioned it to her (like someone has got this insane rumor out that I am a nurse lol). But just as when we were talking about the no-kid syndrome and she let me know that she, too, has no kids, and is thrilled about it... she started going on about her five miscarriages that two were some form of tubular pregnancies. She told me to tell ALL men (ok, I'm married I don't know who else I would be telling) that a man can bump and grind and do all the loving he wants but do not 'drop' a baby in us! Before I knew what was going on, Aunt Jemima, low and behold, was showing me what to do if a man 'drops it' in you. Hey, don't kill the messenger, I'm only quoting! Omg I swear, she was sitting on the toilet and giving me all sorts of sound affects, I kid you not, like she's squeezing what the guy 'dropped' in her out! No, she did not pull down her pants but omg that was traumatic enough! I guess Aunt Jemima must be a little deaf because she's loud! With her booming tenor voice plus the confined space of the three-cubicle toilet's echoe, I myself was going deaf and dumber by the minute.
I didn't know how to get out of it... I even had one hand on one door and checking my time (pretending like I had somewhere, anywhere, to go). But Aunt Jemima went on. Omg did she go on... she went on to tell me how she told her dead husband she would kill him if she'd gotten her pregnant (I wonder who got her the 5 miscarriages those times) and how she would not kill him with her fist, a knife or an axe but with a pistol! No I'm not making any of this up! Just go ask Sean the receptionist who was in tears by the time I walked out of the toilet.
Too much information Aunt Jemima! Waaaayyy too much!! Can't say it wasn't funny though.
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Tuesday, February 20, 2007
CNY 2007
Another Chinese New Year (CNY) in Memphis. This year, we were invited by the husband's student, Brian Zhang, to go to the big celebration at the University of Memphis where we were surprised to see Brian perform in an ethnic Chinese dance. It certainly was entertaining. The teacher was taking pictures and videos like a proud parent. It was quite funny to see :) We also got to enjoy many cny meals with different groups of friends - which was a very nice thing. But I think I've just about had enough of Chinese food lol.
This year unlike the pasts many CNYs here, we're not having a big celebration at home. I'm tired of taking a week of my precious life, decorating, cooking and making sure everything is perfect for the party for a bunch of ungrateful asses. There is a core group of people who are our friends whom we see often. Special occasion or not, we meet and eat somewhere in town. But there is this other group of people - mostly the husband's friends (or so called 'friends') who are fun people that we have been inviting for the last few years. However, we're tired of being the invitors year after year. These people don't understand the meaning of either being friends or the meaning of reciprocacity (sp?). We see them once a year at our house... they rant and rave about my cooking and then kindly thank us when they leave. Then we don't hear or see them again until we invite them again for another cny party. No, it's not about repayment. We don't need anyone to buy us a meal and there is no ulterior motive in inviting anyone. But it's about being friends and how you treat your friends! When someone invites you to their party annually, don't you think you should at least make some effort to call to say 'hi' or just meet up for drinks?!? Something, anything... of course unless they don't like us... then why do they keep coming to our parties?!
So no cny party at hom this year. The core group of friends know we're not having it. But the husband and I have decided that we're not telling anyone else. Let them know they are on my who?-list. Much like the DJ and his drunk wife (the ones who came to our party, got wasted and acted like a fool then doesn't contact us till nine months later with a Christmas card asking us when they should take off their shoes and come for another cny party lol). Yes, at least they sent a card huh lol. But yes, they, like my sil are on the no-more-invite-list. I think I've already blogged about why my sil will no more be invited. She refused to remove her shoes at our house. Bitch! lol
This year unlike the pasts many CNYs here, we're not having a big celebration at home. I'm tired of taking a week of my precious life, decorating, cooking and making sure everything is perfect for the party for a bunch of ungrateful asses. There is a core group of people who are our friends whom we see often. Special occasion or not, we meet and eat somewhere in town. But there is this other group of people - mostly the husband's friends (or so called 'friends') who are fun people that we have been inviting for the last few years. However, we're tired of being the invitors year after year. These people don't understand the meaning of either being friends or the meaning of reciprocacity (sp?). We see them once a year at our house... they rant and rave about my cooking and then kindly thank us when they leave. Then we don't hear or see them again until we invite them again for another cny party. No, it's not about repayment. We don't need anyone to buy us a meal and there is no ulterior motive in inviting anyone. But it's about being friends and how you treat your friends! When someone invites you to their party annually, don't you think you should at least make some effort to call to say 'hi' or just meet up for drinks?!? Something, anything... of course unless they don't like us... then why do they keep coming to our parties?!
So no cny party at hom this year. The core group of friends know we're not having it. But the husband and I have decided that we're not telling anyone else. Let them know they are on my who?-list. Much like the DJ and his drunk wife (the ones who came to our party, got wasted and acted like a fool then doesn't contact us till nine months later with a Christmas card asking us when they should take off their shoes and come for another cny party lol). Yes, at least they sent a card huh lol. But yes, they, like my sil are on the no-more-invite-list. I think I've already blogged about why my sil will no more be invited. She refused to remove her shoes at our house. Bitch! lol
Friday, February 16, 2007
I Miss My Friend
My friend G who resides in NYC left for a six week vacation back home in Singapore two days ago. I began missing her this morning... it's kind of weird... I mean, I go on my trips... and this isn't the first time she's going on an extended trip home. But it's kind of weird this time. I'm so used to her calling me at 8:15am every morning on her way to work. Her daily walks from her apartment to the subway; her walks when she's just strolling, shopping or just gallivanting. It felt a little odd this morning getting into my car knowing that she wouldn't call. The is so quiet in the afternoons. The regular few telephone calls I get from her a day are now muted. While I sit here burning my day away, she is not idling at work but probably up and about playing with her cousin's kids or gossiping with her mom.
G leaves for a 2 week mini-vacation within her vacation (Singaporeans just love to travel, don't we lol) on Sunday and it'll be at least after the mini-trip before I'd be able to contact her... No one to talk nonsense in the meantime... I called my too-busy-for-me husband after stupid pilates this morning (I always feel so stupid in pilates 'coz I simply cannot do any of the bloody 'stunts' in that freakin' class!) and the husband got his class to say 'hello Mrs Ryan!'. I think that excited the boys a lot more than it thrilled me 'coz I sure wasn't satisfied! Maybe if he'd put a boy on the phone and I could talk up a storm with him lol...
I know six weeks will go by quickly and my friend will be back in the U.S before I know it but I simply hate waiting!!! Who cares about delayed gratification?! I just want the bloody phone to ring so I have someone to talk to :)
I guess the husband will have to suffer during this period lol. Lord help him if he decides to turn off his cellphone or not be available on messenger or skype while he's at work hahaha! Now I bet he is thankful for G for keeping me occupied day in and day out hahaha!
G leaves for a 2 week mini-vacation within her vacation (Singaporeans just love to travel, don't we lol) on Sunday and it'll be at least after the mini-trip before I'd be able to contact her...
I know six weeks will go by quickly and my friend will be back in the U.S before I know it but I simply hate waiting!!! Who cares about delayed gratification?! I just want the bloody phone to ring so I have someone to talk to :)
I guess the husband will have to suffer during this period lol. Lord help him if he decides to turn off his cellphone or not be available on messenger or skype while he's at work hahaha! Now I bet he is thankful for G for keeping me occupied day in and day out hahaha!
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Still In Chicago...
I'm relaxed... sitting at the much improved Admirals Club at concourse G at O'hare after a good night's rest at the Ramada Plaza. Not exactly my cup of tea in terms of a hotel but hey, it was paid for by the airline with a minimal food voucher for dinner and breakfast. I can't complain though I'd rather be home with my sweetie... but in terms of stress, it certainly is low considering my first trip of the year was rather successful despite being in a pretty developing country surrounded by her uncivilized peoples.
I have couple of hours to burn before I board at 7:20am. Yes, I'd rather hang out in this luxurious lounge then rot in the 3 star hotel room. By the way, the food sucks at the Ramada Plaza at O'hare but oh well, I wasn't expecting to be wow'd anyway.
It's reporting ice and drizzle in Memphis and seeing how small and incompetent my city is, this flight is probably gonna' be delayed. Hahahaha! It really is becoming quite a joke now but oh well... life goes on. Maybe the husband will have the day off work and come pick me up eventually when we're able to land.
Where to next...
I have couple of hours to burn before I board at 7:20am. Yes, I'd rather hang out in this luxurious lounge then rot in the 3 star hotel room. By the way, the food sucks at the Ramada Plaza at O'hare but oh well, I wasn't expecting to be wow'd anyway.
It's reporting ice and drizzle in Memphis and seeing how small and incompetent my city is, this flight is probably gonna' be delayed. Hahahaha! It really is becoming quite a joke now but oh well... life goes on. Maybe the husband will have the day off work and come pick me up eventually when we're able to land.
Where to next...
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Stuck In Hell
Yes, of course I'm still in Shanghai. I should have already boarded my plane to O'Hare but here I sit in this so-called first class lounge using this computer while I know a gazillion people sitting by me are waiting to use this computer. Why?! Wouldn't you think that a first class lounge in a large scale international airport would at least have wireless internet access? You'd think so wouldn't you. No... not even good cellphone reception. The only two computers are taken up by me and this mainlander who was huffing and puffing down my neck 'coz he must think I'm not doing anything important (which I am... blogging IS important... to me it is lol) while he's got to make his gazillion dollar online trade I'm sure - hey, you snooze you lose! I got here first and I'm sitting in front of this computer till it's time to board the bloody plane! If it takes ten hours, this is where you're gonna' find me. Anywayz, yes, I think the other lady who was originally on that computer gave up so he's sitting there typing furiously away.
The weather is bad today... it's been hot the last 3 days. Yes, hot! The temperature got to a high of 30 degrees celcius yesterday. Yes! Thirty! Considering that the weather forecasted that it wouldn't hit 50 degrees during my stay here, the only tees I brought were my pj's. Oh well... sucks to be me. But does it continue to be hot? Of course not! The fog is unbelievably thick right now. When I arrived at the airport an hour ago, I couldn't see ten feet ahead of me. No, I'm not exaggerating! I knew it would be delayed but now, I'm sure I'm gonna' be missing my flight in Chicago back home. This seven day trip to Shanghai is getting to be longer and longer since I left a day earlier for Chicago on Jan 31 to escape the ice storm predicted more than two days pior to the day I was supposed to leave, Feb 1. Of course, after I left and paid usd$300 on sorry ass Hilton O'hare, neither snow nor ice arrived till 48 hours later - what can you say about those stupid meteorologists in Memphis? Dumbasses!
So here I sit in here in this smoke infested corner of a room though I don't know why it's so since it's 'supposed' to be a smoke free room. I don't think I've seen a less impressive lounge in all my years of flying. Unbelieavable! Call me spoilt but if people are going to pay big bucks or miles or anything to fly first class, you'd at least expect some standards in their lounge. At least some phones or computers or something... not just freakin' free drinks and sorry ass sandwiches.
Wow, flight update - the plane coming from Beijing hasn't even left Beijing. Pretty crazy huh. I might be sitting here at sorry ass Shanghai airport for another 12 hours! SHIT! This mainlander is making a fool of himself yelling at the receptionist two feet away from me. Like she has any control over the weather... but of course, unlike other American Airline staff who work at the lounge receptions - this one can't help with flight changes or ticketing... what are you supposed to do or think!? Incompetent nincompoops! Their internal phone sits right next to me... so the AA staff are making these calls to other airline staff asking odd questions... while I pretend like I don't understand a word they're saying.
Do I change my flight to fly out tomorrow? Do I wait? Shit I'll just wait... who cares... I've slept at airports before. Sure I can call P and come pick me up but screw it... chalk it to up experiance.
I don't know how long it'll eventually take me to get to Chicago. I'm hoping below 30 hours from two hours ago but I'm skeptical... I'll keep my fingers crossed however.
The weather is bad today... it's been hot the last 3 days. Yes, hot! The temperature got to a high of 30 degrees celcius yesterday. Yes! Thirty! Considering that the weather forecasted that it wouldn't hit 50 degrees during my stay here, the only tees I brought were my pj's. Oh well... sucks to be me. But does it continue to be hot? Of course not! The fog is unbelievably thick right now. When I arrived at the airport an hour ago, I couldn't see ten feet ahead of me. No, I'm not exaggerating! I knew it would be delayed but now, I'm sure I'm gonna' be missing my flight in Chicago back home. This seven day trip to Shanghai is getting to be longer and longer since I left a day earlier for Chicago on Jan 31 to escape the ice storm predicted more than two days pior to the day I was supposed to leave, Feb 1. Of course, after I left and paid usd$300 on sorry ass Hilton O'hare, neither snow nor ice arrived till 48 hours later - what can you say about those stupid meteorologists in Memphis? Dumbasses!
So here I sit in here in this smoke infested corner of a room though I don't know why it's so since it's 'supposed' to be a smoke free room. I don't think I've seen a less impressive lounge in all my years of flying. Unbelieavable! Call me spoilt but if people are going to pay big bucks or miles or anything to fly first class, you'd at least expect some standards in their lounge. At least some phones or computers or something... not just freakin' free drinks and sorry ass sandwiches.
Wow, flight update - the plane coming from Beijing hasn't even left Beijing. Pretty crazy huh. I might be sitting here at sorry ass Shanghai airport for another 12 hours! SHIT! This mainlander is making a fool of himself yelling at the receptionist two feet away from me. Like she has any control over the weather... but of course, unlike other American Airline staff who work at the lounge receptions - this one can't help with flight changes or ticketing... what are you supposed to do or think!? Incompetent nincompoops! Their internal phone sits right next to me... so the AA staff are making these calls to other airline staff asking odd questions... while I pretend like I don't understand a word they're saying.
Do I change my flight to fly out tomorrow? Do I wait? Shit I'll just wait... who cares... I've slept at airports before. Sure I can call P and come pick me up but screw it... chalk it to up experiance.
I don't know how long it'll eventually take me to get to Chicago. I'm hoping below 30 hours from two hours ago but I'm skeptical... I'll keep my fingers crossed however.
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Shanghai Elevator Experiance
While the family and I are still enjoying our time here in this Chinese city, I must say, last night's experiance in the elevator with my friend's family (including two little ones and one inside of his mommy's tummy), me and my family and ninety seven other asshole mainlanders; was less then impressive. ...can you still tell my attitude towards these people here hasn't much moved towards love (?) lol. Quite the opposite actually.
Anywayz, we had a nice meal at a nice Cantonese-Thai restaurant - hey, I don't make these odd ethnic restaurants up, I swear. The good food, the Filipina-walking-band that met us at the door and then returned into our private dining room and sang us 'Rhineseone Cowboy' didn't really make our dining experiance any less normal...; delicious and hilarious? Yes - especially when they tried to drag me (not the two kids but ME - why m?!) to dance with them - NO I am NOT bloody Filipina for the final time godammit!!! - delicious and weird? Definitely! Normal, definitely not. Then again, when it an outing with any of my friends 'normal' :D After dinner, we decided to take a nice walk by the river (Huang Jiang) to check out the night view of the Bund / outer shores. I've seen it a couple of times during the day but nothing better then a postcard pic of the same thing with neon lights.
The elevator came and seeing that about 30 young mainlanders joined us waiting for the elevator very quickly, I was like 'let's take the elevator up and then down 'coz that way we'd ensure ourselves space'. Good idea? Maybe... P is pretty pregnant, J, the husband had the 20 month old in his arms, while M stayed close to his mommy. The rest of us spread ourselves evenly within the small space and fitted pretty nicely with another couple who had the same idea as us. The lift went up to the top floor and descended a couple of floors. 30 odd, and I exaggerate not charged(!!!) towards us like a mass of crazy bulls were chasing then behind. They started piling in, pushing and pushing us more into the back wall of the elevator. J, my buddy's husband instictly raised his voice and bellowed in Mandarin very angrily, 'there is a pregnant woman in here! Stop pushing!'. Obviously it was ignored 'coz they kept pushing us into the back. I was, by this time, swearing (again) at the mainlanders in my head - quite an easy task when you're in this country for anything more than a minute. They pushed and giggled and laughed and pushed some more. The alarm came on. My mom burst out an 'it's overweight! go out!'. J again continued, 'go out, there is pregnant woman in here and this door will not close'... which it did not. The alarm went on, they kept pushing and murmuring but no one walked out. We were sandwich far too deep to escape and they continued to ignore anything anyone was saying. The kids were silent and I could sense everyone else's blood (in our group) rising. We must have stood there while the alarm continued, the door opening and closing a gazillion times and J yelling at the top of his voice to go out or let us out. Nothing. These (mainly) men not only kept pushing and refused to leave (not a single one), they told their friends outside to stop pressing on the button - like we needed help in any more moronic act. Eventually, after what seemed like 10 minutes, one idiot walked out reluctantly. Though the alarm continued sounding, those damn stubborn doors finally slid closed and we eventually got to the lobby (with the alarm still going off). Damn mainlanders - they don't even deserve a capital 'm'!!
What can I say... if this continues, this is going to be a pretty long stay... I'm sure before I leave this country, I'll have more to say :)
Anywayz, we had a nice meal at a nice Cantonese-Thai restaurant - hey, I don't make these odd ethnic restaurants up, I swear. The good food, the Filipina-walking-band that met us at the door and then returned into our private dining room and sang us 'Rhineseone Cowboy' didn't really make our dining experiance any less normal...; delicious and hilarious? Yes - especially when they tried to drag me (not the two kids but ME - why m?!) to dance with them - NO I am NOT bloody Filipina for the final time godammit!!! - delicious and weird? Definitely! Normal, definitely not. Then again, when it an outing with any of my friends 'normal' :D After dinner, we decided to take a nice walk by the river (Huang Jiang) to check out the night view of the Bund / outer shores. I've seen it a couple of times during the day but nothing better then a postcard pic of the same thing with neon lights.
The elevator came and seeing that about 30 young mainlanders joined us waiting for the elevator very quickly, I was like 'let's take the elevator up and then down 'coz that way we'd ensure ourselves space'. Good idea? Maybe... P is pretty pregnant, J, the husband had the 20 month old in his arms, while M stayed close to his mommy. The rest of us spread ourselves evenly within the small space and fitted pretty nicely with another couple who had the same idea as us. The lift went up to the top floor and descended a couple of floors. 30 odd, and I exaggerate not charged(!!!) towards us like a mass of crazy bulls were chasing then behind. They started piling in, pushing and pushing us more into the back wall of the elevator. J, my buddy's husband instictly raised his voice and bellowed in Mandarin very angrily, 'there is a pregnant woman in here! Stop pushing!'. Obviously it was ignored 'coz they kept pushing us into the back. I was, by this time, swearing (again) at the mainlanders in my head - quite an easy task when you're in this country for anything more than a minute. They pushed and giggled and laughed and pushed some more. The alarm came on. My mom burst out an 'it's overweight! go out!'. J again continued, 'go out, there is pregnant woman in here and this door will not close'... which it did not. The alarm went on, they kept pushing and murmuring but no one walked out. We were sandwich far too deep to escape and they continued to ignore anything anyone was saying. The kids were silent and I could sense everyone else's blood (in our group) rising. We must have stood there while the alarm continued, the door opening and closing a gazillion times and J yelling at the top of his voice to go out or let us out. Nothing. These (mainly) men not only kept pushing and refused to leave (not a single one), they told their friends outside to stop pressing on the button - like we needed help in any more moronic act. Eventually, after what seemed like 10 minutes, one idiot walked out reluctantly. Though the alarm continued sounding, those damn stubborn doors finally slid closed and we eventually got to the lobby (with the alarm still going off). Damn mainlanders - they don't even deserve a capital 'm'!!
What can I say... if this continues, this is going to be a pretty long stay... I'm sure before I leave this country, I'll have more to say :)
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