A random story to share while enjoying the currently bizarre weather of today.

I was on my way home from the local 7-11 one day when something peculiar happened. As I approached my apartment with my bag of delicious goodies in hand I noticed an elderly woman across the street from me who was watching me very intently. Before I made it home she had run across two lanes of traffic to intercept me outside of my place. She was very friendly and had a big smile on her face so I didn't feel too awkward at being stopped by a stranger in front of my humble abode.

"Hello! I'm so sorry to bother you but are you from America?"

"Yes I am."

"Are you a teacher?"

"Yes I am."

"Thats so wonderful! And you speak Japanese?"

"Yes I do." (This entire conversation was already in Japanese of course. I get this a lot.)

"Thats so wonderful! I've always dreamed of meeting a foreigner who could speak Japanese with me. What a wonderful day this is! Thank you so much!"

She then went on to tell me how she had met foreigners before and wanted to communicate with them but they never spoke Japanese and she couldn't speak English. She also told me a story about a few friends of hers from Australia but she didn't think she'd see them again anytime soon because of the big earthquake that had hit. After mentioning the earthquake her eyes went wide as if some giant realization just dawned on her.

"Oh my, where are my manners! Do you have enough food?" (This was about a month after the big earthquake.)

"Oh yes I have plenty. Thank you for asking but I'm fine and well prepared."

"Please wait here a moment I'll be right back!"

She then ran across the street to her car, fumbled around for about 5 minutes in her trunk and came back with a giant bag of uncooked rice and some turnips. She said all of it was from her family's farm and that they had plenty. She offered them to me and wouldn't take no for an answer so I humbly accepted the gifts. Thinking thats where the conversation would end I was surprised when she had a request of me.

"I'm so sorry to trouble you with this, but would you mind signing my journal?"

"…Your journal?"

She then quickly produced a small diary esque notebook from out of nowhere that had all manner of random writings in it. After signing my name and also writing it in Japanese I handed it back to her while she stared at me with a big smile.

"Thank you so much! This has been the most perfect day! Please enjoy the rice and I hope I see you again soon!" 

Before I could get another word of thanks in for the rice she was already running back across the street to her car never to be seen again. A delightfully random event here in the land of the rising sun.

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1 Response to Rice

  1. The Geez says:

    I think she forgot “do you like natto?” 🙂

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