Omigod. Okay, sorry. Me and Kiyomi are going to buy tickets to Beijing, I think, no problem, can't be anything like Xi'an - because tomorrow isn't a national holiday. So we're all excited, get there, and of course there are no hard sleepers tomorrow night, nor are there soft sleepers. There are however hard seats. Of course there are hard seats. So, what about Monday night? no luck. We end up buying hard seats for Monday morning, which sucks because it means we waste a day on the train. Then the guy tells us that these are new trains from Qingdao to Beijing, and the hard seats are actually pretty good. So we walk out and then talk to Colin, and he says if the seats aren't bad, why don't you just take them on Sunday night, when you originally wanted to go? Good idea. So I go back and the seller is now sitting outside the ticket booth at the lottery booth. I stand at the ticket booth for five minutes and he ignores me. Then I say, 'hello?' and he yells at me in Chinese and points at a sign that seems to be informing of the opening hours of the train ticket booth. I yell back that I don't understand, and storm out. The booth closes for HALF AN HOUR. And the freakin guy will not go back in for two minutes to change the ticket. I have to stand there for 15 minutes while he sits at a different booth (which by the way has NO customers) doing nothing. It is things like this that DRIVE ME CRAZY about China.