If I woke up tomorrow with my head sewn to the carpet, I wouldn’t be more surprised than I am now. Foreigners are weird folk, I know that. You know that. But never could I have imagined something this strange. Haircuts in the middle of the concourse, directly across from the food station? What the fuck is that, Baltic region? You guys got a doctor’s office over in section 22 as well? An H&R Block up in the 300s? Don’t get me wrong, I love the idea. Go to the hockey game and knock out all your chores during intermission, but it’s weird as hell. Probably the strangest cultural difference I’ve ever seen in my life, that’ counting Shi’as just stabbing themselves in the town square on the Day of Ashura.
OK maybe not counting that one. But you get my point.