In the taxi on the way to work, my driver asked me how easy it was to get a visa to the U.S. We had a little talk about “immigrant intent” that I think went over his head. Then he took a wrong turn on a street and we had to double back, making me late for work and costing me an extra few bucks.
It’s never boring here in China, but I’m starting to think that sometimes a little boring can be a good thing…