Tag Archives: driving
Traffic Cops
Stick and I were in a taxi last night, when the taxi driver turned around and told us he knew we were British (This happens a LOT… we were actually on the way to a restaurant where the waitress through … Continue reading
Another Day, Another Car Crash.
And as I was driving home all “Check me out! I’m the greatest English teacher ever! Yeah!”, I stopped at a red light and the car behind me didn’t. Another car crash. This time, I was in the RENTAL that … Continue reading
We’re On First Names With The Insurance Company
This morning, Stick and I woke up to the sound of someone banging on our across-the-hall neighbors’ door. At least, we assumed it was their door, since we don’t have too many friends who make unannounced Sunday-morning visits. It was … Continue reading
A Nice Fire-Engine Red
I tried to convince Stick that this fire engine would solve all my driving problems. Too much traffic? Turn on the flashers! No place to park? Park in the fire lane! Forget when we parked the car? Oh, yeah, it’s … Continue reading
And That’s How I Got My Name
On Sunday, Eric and his family had a Welcome Back party for me. Eric made a huge Bon Voyage sign and then taped “Welcome Back, The Meg!” over it. He seems to think that he’ll be able to get more … Continue reading
Extreme Teaching!
English summer camp started last week. I like my girls, and I’m glad that I have a job, but I still feel a little bit bad for these kids. They don’t really get a proper vacation, sincea break from regular … Continue reading
GTA: Yantai
Driving in China is like playing Grand Theft Auto, only with more bicycles, pedicabs and carts full of watermelon. Now, I’m not exactly a great driver myself, but because privately owned cars are so new in China, most drivers have … Continue reading
Meg Vs. Mandarin
Stick’s mom is famous for forcing me to watch Nascar and driving my hyperactive self to the MTELs. The other day, she e-mailed me to tell me she’d learned some Mandarin words, and she gave the examples wo xiang-nian ni … Continue reading
Pandora’s Box
Today when I was coming in to work, the postman stopped me in the hallway and shoved a box at me. (It had to be mine because it was addressed in English!) I just stood there for a moment, looking … Continue reading
Ji, what were you thinking?
Last week my boss Ji took my class of Demon Children when I went out with Fresca. The Demon Children, and not the homesickness or lack of hot water, brought me closest to going back to the states. I am … Continue reading
