Rolling eyes is standard procedure
Before I left New Orleans, I stumbled accidentally across a website about a young man who was visiting Eastern Europe and said in his blog – don’t bother. According to him, as east as you needed to go was East Berlin because after that it was nothing but gloom and doom from the weather to the attitudes.
I had a little prep from T who told me what to expect – directness and not so sunny dispositions.
So when I was shopping for some underwear (as mine are still over the Atlantic) and then ordering chicken and each time my sunniness was met with eyes rolling and almost disdain, I started collecting memories of who in my encounters had the best eye roll or had the best look of disdain. Right now, the waiter trumped them all.