So we've all been there, driving too fast down the interstate when some idiot cuts you off and you have to slam on your brakes to avoid ramming your car into his. Or worse, we've all been the idiot once or twice as well. What usually happens? When I cut someone off they usually pull up next to me, yell something that I can't hear but when lip reading I can clearly see they aren't wishing me a safe farewell, and then, almost without a doubt, I get "the bird." That’s how it goes in America.
Here it doesn't work that way. Today, my taxi driver cut off a guy downtown and he nearly hit us. The guy managed to speed past us and then slam on his brakes, throwing his car in park, and got out to approach our taxi where he and the taxi driver were obliviously going to have words. I was half expecting them to duke it out, but that doesn't happen in this culture. Apparently in this culture they yell and argue over who was wrong until enough traffic is backed up behind them that the roaring of people's horns makes it impossible to hear what the other guy is saying. Than you both return to your cars and drive off.
So today was no different. The guy hopes out and comes over to the taxi window and went off about how stupid my driver was and yada-yada. Then he started walking off and my driver said something that made him even more upset, so he came back and they argued some more until the traffic was backed up enough that his friend from the passenger side came over and pulled him away.
Needless to say, we were late to school. But for those of you that know me that is a normal thing.
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