What I Learned About Russia Today

So, while sitting the car in awful awful gridlock today, I had an idea: why don’t I do an lj post every other day or so concentrating on the facet of Russia that I saw that day? It’d be fun, and hopefully interesting, and it would give me something to come back to.

So, today’s topic:

( Graveyards )

And on a lighter note:

Bizarre Moment of the Day: We’re sitting in my uncle’s car at a red light. In front of us, the driver of a large black car decides s/he has had enough of waiting around for silly things like traffic laws. This car drives up onto the curb, over the grass, and onto the sidewalk. It drives along the sidewalk to the gas station up ahead and turns off onto the road currently given a go-ahead by the green light. It then goes off on its merry little way, while we continue sitting at the red light.

My uncle’s explanation: they’re rich and don’t care about paying the fine.

The way these people drive, I believe it.

Also, because I neglected to do this yesterday, a second story for you all.

Bizarre Moment of Yesterday: My mom, uncle, grandma and I are looking at bread in a supermarket. Suddenly someone grabs onto my waist and gently moves me out of the way, like a family member or friend who you’ve known for a while might. I figured it was my uncle (almost okay and sort of annoying) or my mother (okay and sort of annoying).

Nope.

It was an employee. A store employee. A store employee took me by the waist and moved me out of the way to get at the bread. Not even an “Excuse me” or “Sorry.” She just told us to not move the bread around so much. I think she told me to get out of the way, perhaps, but I don’t quite remember.

My initial reaction: O_O

My latter reaction: -_- *Wishes she knew Russian better so as to go and tell this -insert not-so-kind-descriptive-term-here- off*

And that, ladies and gent’s, is that. :D