Sunday, August 1, 2010
I was mistaken for a taxi
On Saturday night I went to pick up Josh, Kathie, and 2 of Zhuo Ma's guests from Zang Mi, the best cultural show in town. I was in our car within the line of cabs, since I couldn't park on the other side of the road. As I was waiting for them, a few folks opened the front and back doors to the car and tried to climb in. I basically forgot all my relevant Chinese and yelled incoherently at them until someone goes "Hey, that's a laowai" (laowai = foreigner) and they left. Next time I need to remember to look the doors in that situation.