The real Culture Shock for me was on the returns. First trip, we landed in Dallas at 7:30pm, for some reason two of us went to a Grandy's.
Sitting in a giant booth, with giant fork, and a giant plate of bland food,
completely surrounded by no beer.
Look out the window at big empty parking lot, grass divider, empty service road, grass divider, 5 lanes of empty expressway, grass, five more empty lanes, grass, empty service road, more grass, huge almost empty parking lot, and, in the dim distance, "just across the street", a big (probably about empty) Shopping Mall.
It was depressing. I think I'm still depressed, 30 years later.
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Next trip, landed in Dallas about noon, management wanted immediate report, so we go to conference room.
They tried to grill us, we were still detoxifying, and about all we could do was look at each other and giggle.