Huge slabs of raw meat sitting on tables outside of restaurants.
A deep fear of drafts. Because they will make you sick. Unlike the raw meat on the counters outside of restaurants.
Midnight strolls around town. With your baby.
Staring. I've started to pick up this habit in earnest. I like that it is socially acceptable here.
Getting yelled at by waiters for ordering coffee before the meal begins. Apparently I shouldn't want coffee at that time.
Deep, deep holes in the streets.
People using blowtorches on the sidewalks without any safety gear for themselves or caution tape to warn others.
Taxi drivers sleeping in the back of their cabs.
Small cakes and ice cream served for free on buses.
Refrigerated red wine. Everywhere.
Old ladies who beat cars with their canes.
Black Lung due to the high concentration of coal dust in the air during the winter months.
Sitting/standing really close to strangers for no apparent reason.
Walking into people (like, full body-checks) and continuing to stroll on past as if no contact were made. My favorite was when an old woman took it to the next level with my friend Lisa -- she didn't just "bump past" her -- she did a double handed push to Lisa's stomach, perhaps to suggest that Lisa should move.
Every man owns and wears at LEAST one cardigan sweater with caribou on it. Everyday.
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