Things that drive me batty in NZ

They talk- in the library, in class, in line, stopped dead in the middle of the sidewalk.

They stand in the middle of the aisle at the store, library, whatever. In large groups.

Like waaay back in middle school, people here seem to travel in packs- wide packs, taking up the whole sidewalk/ aisle/ mall. And then they walk reeeaaaallllyyyy sllloooowwwwllllyyyy. No, seriously. I've seen dead people move faster. Admittedly, they were being rolled on stretchers, but still.

Everything closes early. Except subway, the kebab shop, and the grocery stores. And nothing is really open 24 hours except the hospital. You run out of something after 6pm that you can't get at the supermarket, and you're just SOL.

Everything is rediculously overpriced. $35 for a paperback book is BS. $100 for a rayon skirt is a joke. hell, $114 for dickeys just like the ones I bought back home for... oh, $19 at hel-mart. Just plain wrong.

There is no mexican food. And no mexicans.

The people here are all damned short.

It's only warm for about 6 weeks, all year.

Everything closes down for all the x-ian holidays, so if you didn't get what you needed before then, you are, again, SOL. This can be a problem for non-x-ians, since they don't know when the damned things are going to show up.

It's freaking summer. Everything is decorated for x-mas. complete with fake snow. WTF?

Dude, the place is just backwards.

j.