Okay, this has been bothering me since we got back to Shanghai, and it's not going away, so I figured I'd blog about it and get it out of my system. So here's the story. We had a 1 1/2 hour flight from Louisville to Detroit. Then from Detroit, we had a 15 hour flight to Shanghai. LOTS of time on the plane. And the Shanghai flight was completely packed. They had to move some of the carry-on luggage below to the luggage compartment, because there simply wasn't enough room for everyone's carry-ons. So you get the picture, the plane was packed. And there are 5 of us. Cramped into our small seats, just waiting for the time to be over. (The upside - I got to drink Diet Coke the whole ride over. NOT worth the 15 hour flight mind you, but at least it was a positive)!
So anyway, we get off the plane, go through Immigration and then go to get our bags so that we can go through Customs. All 8 of them. That's right, I said 8. But that's another story I'll tell you later. Anyway, we're standing there waiting for our luggage, and this lady is standing next to me, griping because she is "priority" and Shanghai airport just can't get it straight that her luggage was supposed to come off the plane first. Over and over I kept hearing that people needed to get their bags off the luggage belt or the other bags weren't going to come off. Now mind you, there were A LOT of people still waiting to go through Immigration. It's a little difficult to get your bags off the beltway, IF YOU AREN'T THERE TO SEE THEM!!!! I mean really. Use some common sense. WE were actually pretty lucky because since we had Sarah in her stroller, they put us through a "special" lane, which meant we didn't have to stand in line quite as long as everyone else. And for that, I am VERY thankful. But still, there were LOTS of people on our plane, and I know we weren't the only plane arriving at that time, so the line for Immigration was very long. She just kept complaining and complaining that she was PRIORITY and her bags should have come off first. After listening to her gripe for about 10 minutes, Jason finally asked me what Priority meant. I wanted to tell him it meant someone who thinks she's hot sh*t when she really isn't. But instead, I told him it meant that they, (or most likely their company), paid for Business Class instead of Economy. I told him it's what Daddy is when he's flying by himself for work. What I wanted to tell HER was that she just spent 15 hours on a plane, probably sleeping, LYING DOWN, ALL BY HERSELF! I, on the other hand, was dealing with a 10 year old, 7 year old and 2 year old, and DID NOT get to lie down the whole way! If she thought I wanted to sit there and listen to how special she was, she was WAY off base!
It's funny, because one thing you learn after being here for awhile, is that the locals here can be VERY rude. But what's really sad is when those of us that aren't from here, start acting like the people that are. That's when you know you've been here too long. And that maybe it's time for you to go back home. Just my two cents!