rastahomie
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- Mar 5, 2010
I apparently live in the land where time is meaningless.
Yesterday was the monthly Texas Hold 'Em tournament at the Eagles club. According to the flier, the tournament was to begin at 2:00 p.m. I was there early to sign up; apparently there was no point to that. At 2:25, people were still standing around and talking, ordering their beers, and so on. I think the first hand was dealt at 2:40.
Looking back, I probably shouldn't have been surprised. Around here, time means nothing. Here's how every single family event I've been to in this town has panned out:
1. Invitation says "be here at noon, hostess is serving grilled burgers and weenies."
2. People start showing up around 12:30.
3. At about 1:00, hostess and her husband start talking about firing up the grill.
4. 1:15 hostess and her husband are still talking about it.
5. 1:30 hostess' husband fires up the grill.
6. 2:00 hostess' daughter is asked to pray. Her prayer consists of two Our Fathers, three Hail Marys, and the Nicene Creed, and that's before she actually invokes her deity to bless the meal.
7. 2:20 now that she's prayed, everyone talks about getting a burger or weenie. But no one wants to be rude and be the first in line, so the burgers and weenies just sit there.
8. 2:45 Now that Rastahomie has gone nearly three hours without lunch, he finally gets a plate.
I was raised that being even a minute late, especially to a family event, is rude beyond all measure. What's more, the hostess has the food ready at that time.
And if something was scheduled to start at 2:00, that means, you know, it starts at 2:00.
I supposed I should be grateful. I hear that in some cultures, it's even worse. A friend of mine grew up in the Caribbean, and he told me that if you and your friend Bob make plans to smoke a spliff on Ganja Beach at 2:00, he might stagger in at around 4:00 - and it's perfectly acceptable and it's expected.
Is this how it is in your culture?
Yesterday was the monthly Texas Hold 'Em tournament at the Eagles club. According to the flier, the tournament was to begin at 2:00 p.m. I was there early to sign up; apparently there was no point to that. At 2:25, people were still standing around and talking, ordering their beers, and so on. I think the first hand was dealt at 2:40.
Looking back, I probably shouldn't have been surprised. Around here, time means nothing. Here's how every single family event I've been to in this town has panned out:
1. Invitation says "be here at noon, hostess is serving grilled burgers and weenies."
2. People start showing up around 12:30.
3. At about 1:00, hostess and her husband start talking about firing up the grill.
4. 1:15 hostess and her husband are still talking about it.
5. 1:30 hostess' husband fires up the grill.
6. 2:00 hostess' daughter is asked to pray. Her prayer consists of two Our Fathers, three Hail Marys, and the Nicene Creed, and that's before she actually invokes her deity to bless the meal.
7. 2:20 now that she's prayed, everyone talks about getting a burger or weenie. But no one wants to be rude and be the first in line, so the burgers and weenies just sit there.
8. 2:45 Now that Rastahomie has gone nearly three hours without lunch, he finally gets a plate.
I was raised that being even a minute late, especially to a family event, is rude beyond all measure. What's more, the hostess has the food ready at that time.
And if something was scheduled to start at 2:00, that means, you know, it starts at 2:00.
I supposed I should be grateful. I hear that in some cultures, it's even worse. A friend of mine grew up in the Caribbean, and he told me that if you and your friend Bob make plans to smoke a spliff on Ganja Beach at 2:00, he might stagger in at around 4:00 - and it's perfectly acceptable and it's expected.
Is this how it is in your culture?