Reverse Culture Shock

I'm back in the good 'ol U.S. of A. for a visit and I knew I wasn't in Bangkok anymore when I queued up in Passport Control at Chicago O'Hare Airport. When I moved toward the line, a crabby airport worker came over and bellowed at me to quickly move forward. I guess I've grown accustom to soft Thai voices and polite greetings. And most Thai people aren't usually in such a big rush.