The first time I went to Shanghai, early on in the visit, I had a day when everything seemed difficult and frustrating and overwhelming. A friend of mine there told me it was no big deal. "You're just having a bad China day," he said, and he was right. The next day, things were fine.
I'm hoping that things will be fine here tomorrow.
In New Orleans, we live on a short street with a weird name, a street so obscure and strange-sounding that delivery people, even native New Orleanians, cannot find it on a map, pronounce it or spell it. On one side, there's the playground for a public high school; on the other there are just two houses (with four apartments). In the middle there are a lot of potholes.
Today our street was closed off not once but twice by the police. The first time was early this afternoon. I was walking home from campus, and saw cars blocking the street (and our driveway). The street was swarming with armed police. Our neighbor was sitting on his steps watching, so he could fill me in: they were arresting a teenaged drug dealer, who was parked across from our house. The suspect - as I believe they say on CSI:Miami - was handcuffed, but he seemed to be smiling and chatting, and the whole thing appeared very low-key. A man in a green T-shirt, wearing a very visible gun, spent about thirty minutes interrogating the kid. Eventually they all drove off, leaving the alleged drug dealer's car still parked across the street. Shall we leave a note on his windshield? Something like "Drug Dealers Go Home"?
Apparently, selling drugs within 1000 yards of a school is considered a federal crime in Louisiana, and has a mandatory prison sentence.
Later in the afternoon, when I was driving back from one of many annoying trips to the bank today (a long story, involving my bank in New Zealand, numerous long-distance calls, numerous ATM receipts, and a great deal of frustration), I couldn't get into our street because three cars had crashed into each other at the corner. This was about 4:30ish. They were all still there at 8 PM. The police had finally arrived.
Maybe they should just set up a mini-station on our street to save time.