Not that you'd be reading my blog. Also, you can't speak English so I'm to assume that you can't read and understand it either.
The point is still valid.
I had been minding my own business with my English students (We were planning to go shopping in Sannomiya) on the train. We occupied three out of the four seats in one area. Two of them facing each other, and like any other kind group of train passengers, we stored all of our belongings on the empty seat. But the guy that came in on the next stop decided that he would like that seat.
That placed him in front of me and beside Yuki. This is the point when he looked up at me and went "Oh! A foreigner! Is she yours?" Because, you know, I'm an it. "A home-stay foreigner?" Yuki politely explained that I live in Japan. Now I don't know how the topic changed from me to the next one as my Japanese isn't that great but the next topic seemed to be breast surgery. And how he wants his wife to get some done, or a lot done, I wasn't too clear on that. I'm not sure how detailed he got with his want of new breasts for his wife because at some point I sort of tuned out and looked out the window.
Then I had crackers thrown at me, and was told "Crackers!" And when I looked down at the crackers that were now in my lap, and then back up at the man he went "Crack-ERS" Because obviously my confusion stemmed from not understanding what they were and not why they were being thrown at me. He gave me a really wide, creepy grin before moving onto the next topic; horse racing. I had my backpack on my lap and the man decided he needed a solid object to draw invisible markings on to get whatever his point was across. I really didn't care what he was talking about, my thoughts were just on the fact that the guy apparently did not have a personal bubble and he happened to be invading mine.
Luckily he got off at the next stop.
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