full ignorance is better
than half ignorance.
The cab driver last night took me on a pretty circuitous route (though, I think it was because he was a bad–rather than a malice–cab driver) and then short-changed me when I paid him. What did I do? Get out the cab and go to my apartment because that’s all I could do. Because I don’t speak Chinese.
It would have been easier if I just thought he was giving me a fair deal. Oh well.