Notes » September 2008

First, Class

A middle-aged man standing in the aisle of the First Class car on the East Rail line was lightly bumped by a younger man passing by.

Immediately the older fellow began barking, which got the other guy riled up. In short order the men were arguing, causing the more nosy passengers to stand from their seats so that they could get a good look (Hong Kongers love to watch a fight).

It took only 10 seconds for the argument to degrade into typical Cantonese curses, most of which revolve around one's mother.

My main thought during the hubbub was that First Class is a relative term.

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