I’m getting sick and tired of well-meaning (I suppose!) Taiwanese making decisions for me without knowing the first thing about me.
Example: I order food at a street stall. I indicate, both in Chinese and by gesture, that I do not want the food slathered all over with that brown powder. The vendor looks at me, looks at the food, and slathers it anyway. “It’s only good to eat this way,” she says.
Example: I call a landlord about an apartment in the suburbs. The landlord asks (quite reasonably) what I do and how many people will live in the apartment. When I say that I will live alone, she doesn’t want to continue talking to me. “That apartment is too big for one person. It’s way too expensive (15,000 per month) for one person alone. You’d have to get someone to live with you.”