In my wanderings I often see things that make me think that some people, somewhere just aren’t quite getting the concept. Some examples:

In our complex, we live in building #1 (a highly sought after number in China, I might add). Not to be outdone, however, there is another Building #1 in our complex as well. Reminds of the old drinking game “We are table #1, where is table #2?”

We are building #1 – where is building # uh – 1?

Now admittedly we don’t get a lot of rain, but then again we get some and so we need downpipes to take it , well, down. But why do we need downpipes for holes coming out of walls in the middle of the wall – and not actually attached to the hole, either?

Holy, holy, holy… Look closely.

Somebody went into a car dealer and said they wanted a silver car – and that’s what they got. This isn’t a wax job, the car really is a silver metal of some kind or other.

This guy must have a lot of money!

If this is “no entrance”, how did all these cars get parked facing away from the sign?

At least one guy can read – likely a woman.

I was walking home from school and saw road construction ahead. They had dug a trench across the road for some reason or other. But, do they close the road? No. They just redirect all vehicle traffic, including buses, up onto the sidewalk to the left and around.

No Detour

Yesterday I watched two very industrious workers replacing all of the broken tiles outside of my office (okay, Starbucks). They had all the tools of the trade – trowels, chisels, cement, brooms, dustpans, wheelbarrow etc. When I came back today, however, they hadn’t bother to clean up after themselves, rather….

leaving it for this woman and her partner to do today – and they didn’t even complete the job as you can see at the edge.

My broom (and almost every other one used to clean the streets) is made from twigs.

I am on my way to the bus, these three are in front of me and the one in the middle happens to look back for some reason. I’m sure the conversation then went like this – to the guy on his right “Don’t look now, but there’s a white guy behind us” and the guy on the right immediately looks back. The guy on the left says “What did you say?” I said “Don’t look now, but there’s a white guy behind us” so the guy on the left turns around. For the next 100 yards or so, they must have turned around half a dozen times each – the concept of subtle was WAAAYYYYYY beyond these three.

Don’t look now…

Finally, parallel parking. They grey one is actually up on the curb and the red one is just three cars along. What else can I say?

Well, at least they are “parallel” to each other.