American Moments

Just yesterday my mom asked me if I was feeling any culture shock this time around to the US. Now, normally, I usually feel more of a sense of reverse culture shock coming back into the US from abroad than actual culture shock going there, so my mom was expecting a similar reaction.

Upon short reflection I noted that I wasn't really feeling much in the way of culture shock this time round coming back to the US. Sticker shock sure (though I had been preparing myself for that), but culture shock, not so much. Then I had an American moment.

After having spent the afternoon performing a battery of tests at the employment agency I had gone to, I decided I was hot (I was wearing a whole suit!) and parched. So, on my way home I pulled in to a Jack in the Box to order a Diet Coke. I looked at my options and thought, 'medium'll probably be enough.' I paid my $1.49 and the courteous man at the window produced a bucket of coke easily larger than my forearm and containing three normal-sized cans of pop...

Note to self: the small'll probably be enough!