Hard Headed
...written on 2000-11-29, @ 22:39:58
Tales of Kim's Life in Japan
Tue November 28, 2000
I told Murase-san today, that if his son, Sota, ever came up missing, to come looking for me. I begged him to give me his little five year old, but he would have none of it. I had Sota in my English class Tuesday night and he was sooooo PRECIOUS!!
Manami and I were the bike riding divas today. We zipped to the dry cleaners, the hair salon, stalked my mailman and rode to and from work twice.
When I got to work the last time, Hide-san laughed at my helmet. "You bought a helmet to wear for riding your bicycle?"
"Yes!", I replied defensively, "People around here drive like they're Japanese!"
Hide-san continued his assault with, "Only elementary school children wear helmets, and that's only if their school compels them to, not people YOUR age."
"So let them think I am a big fourth grader!" I snapped peevishly.
"Besides," he sniffed, sharpening his sword for the final blow, "that is a motorscooter helmet."
Not much I could say to that one, but my American compatriots banded together in my defense. "Hey, if the helmut fits, wear it.", said Ivan. " It looks cool.", said Chad. I think we came out of that one ok.