I flew to Xi’an from Guilin. At the airport, I was doing a combination of trying to stop sweating and silently willing everyone who was staring at me to STOP STARING AT ME.
We had a meal served to us on the plane. I could not identify it so I did not eat it. As we were about halfway through our flight, there was an announcement that I had never heard in real life before: “Is there a doctor on board?” YIKES. The very young looking woman in front of me stood up to help. If she is old enough to be a doctor, then I am old enough to live in a nursing home. I don’t really know what was going on because other than the initial announcement, there was no English spoken regarding what was going on.
Arrival in Xi’an. UGH. I need to buy a lighter (yes, smoking is gross) and there is nothing open in the airport. I go outside to take a cab to my hotel. No cabs will let me get in. There are about eleventy billion cabs outside. Approximately five lanes worth of cabs, all going back way so far that I cannot see the end of the lanes. Every cab I tried to get in told me “NO.” What do you mean, NO? I’ll show YOU no.
I basically just stood in the middle of traffic (all cabs mind you) screaming about how “I NEED A FREAKING CAB. I AM FROM NEW YORK, YOU CAN’T GET AWAY WITH THIS” and “I WILL STAND HERE IN THE MIDDLE OF TRAFFIC FLAILING MY ARMS UNTIL ONE OF YOU LETS ME GET IN YOUR CAB. LET ME SEE YOU STARE AT THAT, MOTHER FUCKERS!”
