Our boy posted this today (and based on the time period, this happened while he was back in Tokyo)
[As Often As the Olympics]
"Am I just being overly self-conscious?" I asked myself.
But this isn't the first time it's happened.
Now, I can't be sure, but:
Summer, 19 years old.
Winter, 23 years old.
Spring, 29 years old.
This happens to me through these seasons of these years m(__)m
And the only thing I can see in common is that it always takes place when I grow my hair out.
This time, I'll be writing about something that happened in the spring of my 29th year.
Rain had been falling consistently, but that day it was a beautiful, sunny spring day.
And just as the rain that had been falling had stopped,
I also had a break from my cross-country tour performances.
So I decided to go bowling for the first time in a while....
My 29th year, perhaps it had all been leading up to this.
I chose a ball--an 11 pounder, with big holes, because my thumb tends to hurt otherwise.
I bought some juice as well, even though it was a bit pricier than usual.
There was lots of hot coffee to choose from, but it was a bit out-of-season,
And tea makes me have to pee.
I sat in a chair with the scoreboard monitor right in front of me.
My name: Brownie.
Only because when I was picking a name I saw a brownie somewhere around me.
The lane I was on wasn't too slippery, so I didn't slide around too much o(^-^)o
It made for really easy bowling.
My first game ended--my score, so so.
I finished off a hot coffee, and then took a swig of tea from someone else without asking.
And as I'd feared, halfway through the second game...I needed to pee.
The men's toilet: nearest to me.
The women's toilet: a bit further in.
Illustrating this fact was a blue stick figure and a red skirted figure.
Neither said a word, but they were clearly indicating which was which.
There was really no way for a woman to mistakenly enter the men's toilet.
I did my business, and was washing my hands--when a student came in, all smiles, and...
Stopped short.
"Ohgod--I'm so sorry!"
Frantic, he backpedaled out and checked the sign on the door again...then entered once more.
It was then that I understood that he had thought I, with my hair tied back as it was, was a woman.
This mistake happens about on the same cycle as the olympics.
Will the next time happen again in another 4 years?
I wonder whose tea it was he drank >) I would DIE to have heard him telling Tuti this story when he got back to the lane 8DDDDD
[As Often As the Olympics]
"Am I just being overly self-conscious?" I asked myself.
But this isn't the first time it's happened.
Now, I can't be sure, but:
Summer, 19 years old.
Winter, 23 years old.
Spring, 29 years old.
This happens to me through these seasons of these years m(__)m
And the only thing I can see in common is that it always takes place when I grow my hair out.
This time, I'll be writing about something that happened in the spring of my 29th year.
Rain had been falling consistently, but that day it was a beautiful, sunny spring day.
And just as the rain that had been falling had stopped,
I also had a break from my cross-country tour performances.
So I decided to go bowling for the first time in a while....
My 29th year, perhaps it had all been leading up to this.
I chose a ball--an 11 pounder, with big holes, because my thumb tends to hurt otherwise.
I bought some juice as well, even though it was a bit pricier than usual.
There was lots of hot coffee to choose from, but it was a bit out-of-season,
And tea makes me have to pee.
I sat in a chair with the scoreboard monitor right in front of me.
My name: Brownie.
Only because when I was picking a name I saw a brownie somewhere around me.
The lane I was on wasn't too slippery, so I didn't slide around too much o(^-^)o
It made for really easy bowling.
My first game ended--my score, so so.
I finished off a hot coffee, and then took a swig of tea from someone else without asking.
And as I'd feared, halfway through the second game...I needed to pee.
The men's toilet: nearest to me.
The women's toilet: a bit further in.
Illustrating this fact was a blue stick figure and a red skirted figure.
Neither said a word, but they were clearly indicating which was which.
There was really no way for a woman to mistakenly enter the men's toilet.
I did my business, and was washing my hands--when a student came in, all smiles, and...
Stopped short.
"Ohgod--I'm so sorry!"
Frantic, he backpedaled out and checked the sign on the door again...then entered once more.
It was then that I understood that he had thought I, with my hair tied back as it was, was a woman.
This mistake happens about on the same cycle as the olympics.
Will the next time happen again in another 4 years?
I wonder whose tea it was he drank >) I would DIE to have heard him telling Tuti this story when he got back to the lane 8DDDDD
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Date: 2008-05-23 02:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-23 02:43 am (UTC)This reminds me of one of Araki Hirofumi's blog translations where he ran into an older woman on the street who mistakenly thought he was a girl too due to his long hair being pulled back. Gotta love it.
And now I'm more endeared to Nagayan than before. Thank you for sharing this.
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Date: 2008-05-23 02:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-23 03:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-23 04:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-23 07:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-23 08:44 am (UTC)shall I make a start on The Thing with the video I have, then we can add the 'later years' once I have the resouces? ^__^
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Date: 2008-05-23 08:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-23 08:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-23 01:15 pm (UTC)...I think he should perhaps speak to Kime about this problem though. *nodnod* No doubt he would have some pointers on how to deal with it. 8D
♥
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Date: 2008-05-25 12:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-25 12:03 am (UTC)I wonder how did he realize on previous years xDD
Lovely naga... this sure was fun