I was in Chicago with a client having lunch; about 5 people. Eating a salad, I chewed down on one of those small cherry tomatoes and shot tomato guts onto the Alpha client’s tie. The thing is, he was talking and we were looking each other right in the eyes when it happened, so we both really had no where to go – if that makes sense.
For three years in Japan approximately ~3 days a week the management team would all go down after work to the Ginza and have dinner and get hammered on beer. It simply is a part of work culture. At work it is absolute tight subservience, but after hours you’re expected to let your hair down and say pretty much whatever you want.
I was on jury duty once, and a new friend and I hopped on the wrong bus on the way back from lunch. We kept the whole proceedings waiting for like 40min. And we both showed up completely drenched in sweat from hoofing it back. Judges really know how to dish out shame.
My grandmother likes to squeeze her teabag to make sure all the juice is out. She really likes to conserve and be efficient (and tell everyone about it). I gave her a hard time one day, teasing her. My mother, aunt, and grandmother ganged up and shooed me away. Later during dinner I picked up my plate and licked the gravy off, to complete knowing silence.