Living in Hong Kong turns you into the very thing you hate – an ill mannered person with no moral sense or respect to humanity. Is being treated like a human being too much to ask? Or is it in the genetic make up of a local to be rude and impolite?
There moments where you just want to take out your ice pick and stab someone to death. The a-typical moment is when you are taking the MTR. You are in a rush and on your own merry way. As you enter the platform, you see a relatively empty turnstile and make a beeline for it. Just before you reach it, you notice that the adjacent turn stiles are quite empty as well. But since you are a decent human being, you keep to your initial route. You have a gap of 5 centimetres between you and the turn style in front of you and all of a sudden some idiot cuts into you and enters the turn style. It’s at that very moment fumes of fury puff out of your nose and you reach for your ice pick.
If you leave Hong Kong for longer than a month on business, you will most likely forget the dodgem car arena at the airport. Be prepared to be bowled over by a mainlander despite the massive expanse of space around you. Don’t expect them to stop to help you pick up your bags, much less apologize. There are morons who cut in front of you at the last mili-second, causing you to stumble.
These moronic life forms cannot walk in a straight line and despite being generally taller and bigger than most people here, they will still knock into you. Or they are walking beside you and suddenly decide to cut right in front of you. People here just don’t look at where they’re going and they bump straight into you. The worst thing is they don’t even say sorry! Open your eyes you bloody idiot. Either that, or get a GPS implant!
Other examples of when you want to kill locals are when the backs of your feet are consistently trodden on by people walking too close behind you, when you get elbowed by grannies or when someone rudely reaches across your face to get tooth picks. You’ll also get elbowed by grannies and rude men as they rush to the MTR $2 device on top of Hollywood Road just to get a discount.
Unfortunately, every expat that comes to Hong Kong very quickly catches this disease and becomes far worse than their local counterparts. They too become discourteous and bad-mannered, are rude to people and have no regard to other human beings. In particular, the French men are the worse, they are slam the phone without saying good-bye or thank you and are an embarrassment to the gwai-lo. Once or twice you get the newbie gwai-lo who apologizes upon grazing you slightly. You feel bad for not apologizing in return but invariably, you have resorted to being the very thing you hate. As the saying goes, if you can’t beat them, join them.