Culture Clash

Today I encountered two instances of culture clash. The first occured when I went to lunch with Agatha. We ate duck, chicken, and some mystery bird that I took a picture of before I ate. It was an expensive meal and Agatha has been very nice to me, so I wanted to pay half. I told her and she screamed, "What are you doing?!" as if she were really offended. Then I heard her tell the waiters that I was from America in Chinese (migwa). Presumably calling me a stupid American.

She explained to me that because she invited me to lunch, she was required to pay.

The other instance happened after my night class. I wanted to go to the internet cafe. Abbott told me "now go home." I told him my intention. He yelled, "no! Go home now!" I flipped out. How you gonna tell a fucking grown man what to do, unless I let you (ma, grandma, end of list [until the next girlfriend]). I yelled, "No, internet! Don't argue with me! We are grown men! Grown men," as I pointed to me and Sherkhan.

Back home, if you told a grown ass man what to do, the next thing you'd get is a punch in the face. But here they are very paternalist. That's cool, but this guy is very rude about it. He only knows a little bit of English and I don't want to hear the shit that he knows. First of all, I don't work for you, I work with you. Second, I don't work with you anymore, I 'm done. I'm out bitch. Third, I'm off the clock now. If I want to take a dump on a hooker's chest after work, goddamn it, I'm gonna take a dump on a hooker's chest after work!