Hong Kong men are scary. Especially the Taxi drivers. If you havent counted your exact change in less than 2 seconds, they'll scream at you. Or sigh really loudly, "AGHHHHHH!" as they punch their steering wheels.
It's odd to encounter. I mean, in America, it's not uncommon for the taxi driver to fumble a bit w/ the language barrier, since he might've just come from some poverty-stricken country to chase the American dream. But in HK, it's all "PAY UP B*TCH, OR GET THE F--K OUTTA MY CAR!"