Experimenting with American faux pas

While Dad and I were in DC, I decided to do something oh so "ugly" in the eyes of American's - I decided to cut in line, and the reaction was more than gratifying... hehehehe

Here's the situation: The day was cold, grey and wet. Drizzly rain and gushes of cold DC wind made it very easy to justify a $10 bus tour ticket per person.  Otherwise, of course we would have walked through the 1,200-acre cemetery (according to my Dad) could be more or less.  While bus touring around - the bus stops at important sites, allowing tourists to get out and admire.  At one of the more important stops - the Kennedy memorial, we were let off and allowed to visit the site with strict instructions to be back in 10 min.  Basically with it being cold and rainy people choose not to gaze at the eternal flame forever - like they would on a beautiful sunny day.  All tourists were back in 5 min. flat.  As the crowd made its way to the bus and slowly emerged into a "line"...I decided to rebel - defy the groups’ non-verbal decision to make a line and walk my way up to the front.  Poor tourists wet, cold and eager to get on the bus, stared at me in disbelief as I confidently made my way to the front of the line, making the next oh so eager tourist wait just 2 more seconds as I pushed my way in front and made that first step up and into the warm bus. You see, in India, this would have been very normal behavior.  As I was approaching the bus this "rebellion" was just happening and then I realized...ohh yea, I should get in line...  Then, theeeen I thought, "oh this is going to be fun! I just want to feel and see the reactions of people."  After settling onto the warm bus - those lowly line followers passed by with glares of disbelief and scowling eyes of shame.  They could not believe I broke "group rules" and cut line.  It was the best.  At the time I did indeed feel shame - but in a sick way, loved it at the same time.  I was proving an Americanism and defying it at the same time.  

Lindsey and I decided the only thing worse would be interrupting a very important person or laughing during a funeral.  

I love being in America, being an American but having eyes of a world traveler.  I love shocking people by saying, "I loved the movie, Borat" or by asking, "why do we call it the World Series when no other country in the world is playing". Or how are football teams considered 'World Champions'?  There is no answer...but people try...they try to defend - yet it just boils down to the fact that most American's still look at a map where the United States is the largest country smack dab in the center.