1. Waiting patiently in line to be attended
When I go to a butcher’s to buy a pound of beef and there are five people who arrived earlier, I used to patiently wait for my turn. And if a line didn’t exist because the customers were spread all over, I tried to memorize every single face in order to respect the rule.
Well, not in Mexico. My first few months of living in Puebla were full of wasted hours and silent cursing while people were pushing their way until there was nobody left to be attended. Soon I realized that if I wanted to immerse myself to Mexican culture without losing my nerves every time I was buying some fruit in a local market, I had to forget about the manners my mother had taught me. Now I no longer apply the policy ‘first come, first served’ but rather ‘come, served, gone’.