Showing posts with label customs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label customs. Show all posts

Monday, June 4, 2007

Birds of a Feather...

On the bus, it seems to me that people attempt to sit next to others who are similar to themselves. For example, middle-aged women sit with other middle-aged women, young salary men sit with other young salary men, elderly ladies out to purchase groceries sit by other elderly ladies out to purchase groceries, and no one sits next to the foreigner.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Jackets

I sit down and look around me as everyone else finishes boarding the airplane. A few rows in front of me, to the left, a pair of younger guys are sitting down. They both take off their jackets and, after crumpling them up, unceremoniously stuff them into an overhead bin. In the row in front of me, an older Japanese couple has just sat down. They carefully remove their jackets, folding them into neat little squares. A brief discussion ensues on the suitability of the folded jackets. A decision is made and after one jacket is refolded, both are carefully placed into the overhead bin that contains the owners’ luggage.