C'est comme ca

For the most part, Senegal has been really good for my temper. I've noticed especially as of late that things I would normally get really mad about I've begun shrugging off as no big deal. En francais, they say "C'est comme ca." That's how it is. I say that a lot here. For example:

In the morning when I go to take a shower and the water randomly turns off mid-shampooing... I usually just wait a couple minutes and it eventually comes back on

Also in the morning when I go to take a shower and wait for the water to get warm before remembering there actually is no hot water in our house

Or when my laundry dissapears for up to a week at a time and I find myself "toweling" off with my pajama pants

And today when we took a taxi back to school from downtown and randomly got a flat tire in the middle of a busy round-about during rush hour

...c'est comme ca!

Although, I haven't gotten over scoffing at the poor customer service at roadside sandwhich shops as the cashier chats away on her cell phone and has no real regard for who was "in line" first. For the most part, they don't really do lines here--whoever shoves their way to the counter first gets helped first.

Is this what they call culture shock?

Oh Senegal. You're too funny.