There were a lot of things that caught me off guard when I first left the confines of my little farm town and moved to the big(ish) city of Cleveland.
Walk signs were one. It seems city kids put a lot of trust into a little sign to tell them when to walk. We unsophisticated country folk are so dumb and uneducated that instead of looking at a little box with christmas lights in it, we just LOOK TO SEE IF ANY CARS ARE GOING TO HIT US. It is simple, but effective. But by all means, city kids, walk when the white man tells you to walk.
Another is water. Everyone in the city seems to think that anything not out of a plastic bottle is poison. Like unless faucet water goes through a Brita filter, it causes instant and incurable death by murder. I grew up drinking old-egg smellin' sulfer water out of a 30 yr old hose - my wife throws out water if it has been sitting out for more than an hour. How do city kids think people survived before Aquafina? Why do they assume that everything will kill them? Water is a billion years old and people are however old Andy Rooney was - we've lived this long, suck it up.
But perhaps nothing was as confusing as trying to make plans.
There are so many decisions - and no one is every happy. Do we want to go to happy hour? Dinner? After hours? Do you want to drink beer? Wine? Martinis? Do you want to dance? Drink? Get a table? Are we going to eat? Just appetizers? Tapas?
WHAT THE HELL ARE TAPAS.
In the country - we just drank. That was it. We would literally get a case of beer, drive out to the country and park on some road that no one ever drove down and get hammered. Or we'd find an old barn and drink in there. There were almost no decisions to make. Everyone wanted to get hammered. Everyone drank Busch Light. It was just about finding the easiest spot to combine the two.
And when you live in the country - finding a place to drink can be as easy as just crossing the street.