A few endearing, sometimes puzzling, American traits:
They love to eat in big portions, right? Even the water glasses in restaurants could be used as small pails here in India. So what happens when you get on a domestic flight? They serve you these dinky little pouches of this wondrous foodstuff they call pretzels. Aaugh! I had a rather brainy theory that juice manufacturers had a secret contract with pretzel makers. Because the minute you ate a pretzel, you turned maniacally thirsty. Ergo, more and more juice. All this aside, I couldn’t get the teeny size of these snacks.
Another food related one: At a party, (at least at college parties) mostly they just serve potato chips by way of victuals. This, they call “food.” I used to tell my Indian friends that a sure way to tell if you’d been in the US too long was when you started calling potato chips “food.”
And another: on many occasions I noticed folks tucking into a double whopper burger with extra cheese and fries, accompanied by a Diet Coke. :-)
If they pass by you in a grocery store aisle, they will say “Excuse me,” even if there is a full three feet of space between the two of you. It’s all about personal space, dude.
The women obsess about their hair. They curl it, straighten it, color it, streak it, highlight it, lowlight it, crimp it, perm it. Mostly, they just want to be some shade of blonde. There are approximately 1,00,42,783 hair products available on the shelves.
I realize we, as Indians, are certainly capable of providing more than enough material for a list such as this. Among the entries will surely be the Great Indian Head Waggle, our maniacal driving, all those spices we consume, our wondrous accents, etc., etc., etc. I posit that an exchange like this would surely go a long way in promoting international understanding and harmony. Okay, maybe not understanding, exactly. But you get my drift.