I was working in Suzhou in 2009. We commuted to the nearby economic zone of Wujiang. The road was being worked on, and one morning I noticed that they had dug up about 15 meters of an entire lane (one of 8 on that road). It was marked with just one cone. No signs, no lights. Just a cone. On my way back that evening I observed a car, nose down in the hole, with the trunk sticking out up into the air. Why? Because China, of course.
When vacationing in Shanghai I watched 3 men move into a 24th floor apartment in a nice building. They affixed a pulley system to the balcony above their floor and used it to lift all the furniture and boxes from the ground to the new apartment. Why wouldn’t they have taken anything via the elevator? Because China.
Cab drivers seem to be the worst perpetrators of inappropriate questions and comments. Last summer in Hang Zhou, a curious driver one night felt it necessary to ask, “So, I see you have yellow hair… do you have yellow hair all over your body?” Why would he ever ask that? Because China.
A couple weeks ago, in the middle of the road I saw a twenty-five-foot-or-so ladder, being held upright by two men. It was unsupported by anything else. At the top was another man, working on a power line, with nothing to brace him, bolster him, or hold him but the ladder being held by two dudes. Cars were swerving all around them. Nobody found this exceptional. Because, again, China.
In the last month, I have been asked by different cab drivers, (1) how much whores are in America, (2) whether military service is compulsory in America, (3) if my parents are upset that I am 26 and unmarried, and (4) if I’ve got a big dick, or maybe if we (Americans) have big dicks, I’m not sure. But why do they think these are good questions to ask a guy who is trying to get to work? Because China.