tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827004570139027014.post8595424646609613396..comments2024-02-17T23:12:55.945-05:00Comments on The Consuls' Files: Outrunning The TigerUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827004570139027014.post-13000933434412198362015-03-25T10:44:32.024-04:002015-03-25T10:44:32.024-04:00We aren't always taught how to treat our minde...We aren't always taught how to treat our minders. If they are obviously assigned to you, then by all means buy them coffee. If they are supposed to be invisible to you, then pretend you don't see them, but gaze past them in such a way that acknowledges them, signals trust, and promises to make the job easy by your not doing anything rash, smart-alec, or stupid. For example, you won't wave at them, talk to them, put on or remove a hat without doing it very clearly and slowly, or make sudden movements. Like if you're going to step into a subway car or bus and see, from the corner of your eye, that he won't make it, then stop, bend down, and pretend to tie your shoe.<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827004570139027014.post-62734331162148188262015-03-23T10:18:17.025-04:002015-03-23T10:18:17.025-04:00In Vietnam when I traveled in "sensitive"...In Vietnam when I traveled in "sensitive" provinces, I enjoyed my "minders". I even bought them coffee from time to time. <br /><br />(Vietnam isn't really dangerous, but I am fairly certain our minder in Da Lat once kept pickpockets away from us)The Warpiperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13919043918559154312noreply@blogger.com