A Bottle of Soy Sauce

I was explaining to my Canandian Couchsurfers how easy it is for me to travel to Mexico from San Antonio. I used an analogy: 

¨It is as easy as going down the building to buy a ..... ¨

Sensing a millisecond of my hesitation in finishing the sentence, one of them interrupted,
¨cigarette?¨

Innocence on my face, me: ¨I was going to say ´a bottle of soy sauce （打酱油)¨.


This is the unmistakable moment when the cultural difference hit you on the face.

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