Some Days

Some days in China it's fun being the foreigner. 
Some days it isn't.
Some days it takes 2 and a half hours to open up a bank account.
Some days all of the Chinese customers are shouting at the employees because they are only being helped at two lanes instead of 4 because the foreigners are taking up two.
Some days you get off at a bus stop to change buses only to discover that the bus you're looking for doesn't stop there.
Some days you ask 3 different people where the 218 bus is and follow their directions only to discover it doesn't exist.
Some days you take another bus and end up at a stop which isn't where you thought it would be.
Some days you finally give up on buses and take a taxi to your original destination, the Metro supermarket.
Some days you go in to Metro to get a card (think BJs) only to discover they only give out cards Monday through Friday.
Some days you laugh hysterically because otherwise you'd cry.
Some days the nice Chinese lady lets you shop anyways.
Some days none of the doors in the bathroom close.
Some days you pay way more than you wanted on a huge block of cheese because that was the whole reason you went to the store and you would probably cry if you left without it.
Some days you're so tired, and your taxi driver has an accent, so you can't even attempt a small conversation.
Some days you get to the copy shop only to discover you didn't put an important document on the flash drive to print.
Some days all of this happens in one day.