A few observations

1.  Tiny Towels
   Towels are tiny.  The size of a hand-towel.There should be a rule about towels; at least half your height and at least half your width.  My aunt says there's no need for big towels.  I beg to differ.  So maybe I'm in the minority here, so to speak, to think that a towel should be at least big enough to soak up all the water from you when you get out.  Especially with the humidity here, it's your last resort to getting that water off - because if you don't, it ain't coming off.
   
2. Restaurant Orders
   They leave the orders at the tables here.  You make your order, they write it down, and put it on the table and go off to order it.  Makes more sense. Any waiter or chef can then bring it out.  They check the bill when they drop it off.  Much more sensible for the waitresses and waiters, especially during peak times.  They don't have to keep track of the bills (what order for what table) and, if you want, when you're ready you can bring the bill to the front where they charge you.  No need to wait.  This is the country that invented paper, gun powder by the way.
   
3. Paying the bill
   My aunt won't let me pay. My aunt and I went out to lunch at the "Spaghetti House" on Sunday after shopping at the Mong Kok market.  I spoke with the manager, wanting to leave him my credit card, he insisted I keep it because it's like money - but assured me I'd pay.  When it was time, he swiftly gave me the signal and the operation was underway for me to pay.  My aunt caught wind of what was going on and there was almost a fist-fight between the guy and Mona as she tore away the bill - geezus, last time I'm gonna try that.  He looked at me for help; I surrendered and so did he. 
   Do not get in the way of the Chinese and their kindness.  The Mongolians didn't let China pay the bill once, and the Mongolians weren't invited over to eat again. Eventually this Great Wall was built.  Maybe you've heard about it.
   
   
4. The people of Hong Kong are more sociable than the people of Canada
   
   
   There, I wrote it.  You don't need to talk long before you find yourself going out to eat with them.  In Canada, it is a big deal who you "break bread" with.  Canadian dining is exclusive, and the company of strangers is not company you eat with.  You eat to enjoy another's company.  Here you eat to welcome another's company.  And shop.  And talk.  And talk shop.  Everybody goes out to eat - regularly.  In my one-sided singular view, I have subjectively concluded that it is neither uncommon nor uncomfortable to have at the table the presence of a stranger.  I have been taken aback the invitations to eat with family and friends with people I've never met.  My silence, an inhibited gesture, a consequence of not being familiar with the local parlance, is neither uncomfortable or unusual.  In Canada, many time I have been concerned by the tight-lipped presence of guests at the table.  "Are they uncomfortable?" "Do they not like the food?" "Do they not like the company?"  New company is a curiosity, and new faces are pleasant company, it seems.  The national sport of Hong Kong is eating, and they are getting a gold medal.
   
   
   I was eating with these people - Hardly knew any of them
   
    According to the US Department of State Post report on Hong Kong:
   
   About 1.5 million people eat in restaurants daily, the highest per capita rate in the world. 
   Source: U.S. Department of State Post Reports - Hong Kong
   
   Hey, everybody needs to eat.  Might as well make it enjoyable.  Come one, come all.