Having just enjoyed a very agreeable weekend away sans Baby and Mr T-T, avec a good friend (whose rather fabulous running blog is here), we both concur that living the expat life in Hong Kong can turn you into a bit of a princess if you’re not careful.
You get used to things being done in a certain, rather naice way, and when things aren’t quite up to snuff… well, woe betide the poor sap standing in the way of a Tai-Tai in a rage.
Without further ado, my absolutely deadly serious, tongue-not-even-slightly-wedged-in-cheek Top 10 guide to some genuine first world problems I have personally encountered this very week whilst on holiday:
- Aircon on airport bus too strong, resulting in unsightly blowing of hair onto lipgloss.
1 a. Having to take an airport bus at all.
- Having to wait in an airport check-in queue. This tends only to be an issue when travelling *shudder* Economy.
- Unsatisfactory selection of coffee in airport lounge. Also poor perfume in Duty Free. Honestly, white with one sugar plus a squirt of CKOne is soo 2003.
- Seats that don’t recline to a 180 degree flat bed.
- Accidentally switching on the rainfall shower head in the wet room, drenching yourself in un-warmed water on slippy Travertine tiles. Brr. Also, hotel brand organic designer shampoo and conditioner insufficiently moisturising, causing hair frizz.
- Hotel room towels lacking fluffiness. Fluff-to-absorbency ratio is critical when ensuring a positive bathing experience.
- Egyptian cotton 1000-count bed sheets tucked in too tight, creating an unpleasantly restrictive sleeping environment.
- Room service champagne insufficiently chilled.
- Poor selection of imported cheeses on the breakfast buffet.
- Only two padded hangers in the walk-in wardrobe, resulting in having to hang a silk shirt directly on wood.
My friend assures me that I’ll recover from the above indignities soon enough, however I am feeling pretty shaken by the entire experience, and suppose that – at least for now – staying at home might be the safer option for someone of such delicate constitution as myself.
First World problems indeed.
OMG! 9! I hear you! NO EXCUSES! It’s an indignation and an insult, what else is there worth consuming at a breakfast buffet than cheese!
Rereading this I’m laughing so hard that I almost wet my pants. I’m not entirely sure how we survive.