society

I've been back in Trinidad and Tobago for a few months now, pondering what to write here on KnowTnT.com as I take in the myriad experiences that have brought me here - from the assessment of an old business being made new to rumors and innuendo of a highway running through some land I own to the multiple insults to one's intelligence by media and politicians - insults which in larger countries are easier to ignore.

The happenings here in Trinidad and Tobago, now with (or without) Hart and with (or without) Property Tax Reform and with (or without) a true change in Opposition, amongst the happenings in my personal life, have me in the frame of mind where I am compelled to write about the elephant - or in T&T, the Manicou - in the middle of the room.

Inertia.

I don't know exactly what it is about Trinbagonians and the concept of etiquette, but I've been dealt some interesting experiences from the deck of life recently - both happening while ordering food this week. Both happened in Gulf City's food court.

Scenario 1