True. I'm Chinese by ancestry, born and lived until 10 in Thailand and Laos, then lived in Georgia, Washington, and finally SoCal. You bet I've had many culture shocks. My last moment was at Big Foot Lodge, a bar in Silverlake. It's a hunting theme bar, that at present is very popular among the urban hipsters of LA. Having not done much hunting as a family tradition, it was such a whole other world for me. I didn't get why there was saw dust all over the floor. The wooden horn chandelier struck me as odd too. The moment of shock came when I headed for the men's room. I had had several beers and was rather tipsy. I stumbled in to the restroom area and found two doors; one labled "stag" the other "doe". Being drunk and so slow on the uptake, I could not figure out which one was men's and women's. After all I have absolutely no connection with hunting and hunting terms. So here I am in the most straight and macho of places, and all the sudden I experience the "gayest" moment of my life. My head started singing (I might have been singing out loud too, being kinda drunk) along with Julie Andrews, the song from "The Sound of Music". Ah! That's how I was able to tell which door to choose.
the person below me plays Sudoku.