So frankly, my days involve a great deal of humor. If we didn't laugh at the frequent moments where we're immersed in chaos, I am reasonably sure the only real alternative would be to have a breakdown. Just the other day i was swept into, hands down, the most hectic crowd situation in the whole of my life experience. Rush hour on metro line 3. My friend and I began to feel the crush of bodies even on the crowded platform, and when the doors opened, the mob surged ahead to cram as many of those bodies as possible into the train car. I have been in crowds, but this was a whole new level of crowd intensity. I am certain that i could have lifted my feet from the floor and been carried along. Several women near me were propelled in with force as the mass stacked in behind them- and they began yelping as they were pressed helplessly against poles. There was no need to hang on to anything for stability- i literally could not move...not to turn around, not to shift my shoulder bag. It was intense. Line 3 is often a bit hairy like that- so we avoid it like a plague and refer to it as the crazy train. You just have to hang on to your purse and plunge in...and be prepared to laugh as you are swept downstream in the chaos.
As a side note, i would also have it known that i witnessed an authentic Chinese fire drill: walking through a downtown area last night, I saw a car stop at a light. The business attired occupants calmly disembarked, shifted positions around the vehicle, and got back in before the light turned green. I commented to my friend Merry, "Hey, chinese fire drill!" Before suddenly realizing that we are in China....prompting us to completely crack up.
Laughter really has been a treasure here...if its not city chaos, or our cross-cultural blundering (think chopsticks and flower flavored jello) its a "chinglish" sign (as seen in this photo) or other mis-translated treasure. How often the grace we ask for comes to us in the small things- like humor.
