( a quick entry)
I arrived in London without any sleep on the semi-red eye flight. Virgin Atlantic was really great. I commend Mr. Branson(the owner of the airline) for a bumpy ride, lazy taxi time, and superior service. Once I landed in London I ventured quickly through the border and got my luggage. I accidentally inspired a group of my fellow classmen, who had packed far too much, to take the subway. My thrifty advice ended up making me carry a few more bags than I had brought for myself.
Surprising as it maybe, Britain is not inhabited by Brits. It wasn’t until I arrived at my raz-ma-taz dorm that I even saw a pasty face Briton. The rest of the city is chex mix of races and has the same assortment as I would say New York has.
I am still very tired. I went to bed at 6pm on Monday evening and woke up at 2am. It is now 4pm and I have not slept since two. However, I think I will survive.
When I was eating an amazingly tasteless British meal I was wondering if I should tip the waiter. I looked around and figured that none of sparse surviving brittanys had done so. One of the people at my table got up in arms that I was considering not tipping. “We are not in a third world country of course we have to tip”~ . Instead of correcting this ignorant statement I just dropped the subject for lack of proof. Although I was almost certain that the tip I was leaving on the table was unneeded I didn’t hold it against the person. I just decided that because I could not prove that tipping is not the custom I would have to just do so to maintain harmony. I am certain that this person’s assumption that how it is in America is how it is in the entire world will not serve them well and I sort felt sorry for them. I think that we often under value harmony and snub-nosed sympathy.
Verdict: people don’t tip in U.K. and the USA is one of the only first world countries that does tip.
My finger is waging at you, Stephen Colbert.
Ta ta for now,