I was walking along holding hands with my girlfriend in university one day, and a big group of rugby tools yelled out '******!' at me. Then they all got into a ute and drove away. Oh, btw, they were all naked at the time. WTF ?!?! I'm walking along with my girlfriend, minding our own business, and then a large group of NAKED men start calling me homosexual, before all jumping in a car *together* and driving off to fuck-knows-what. Srsly?!
Only other situation that has really made my blood boil was in Japan. I was on a train heading home from work with one of the Japanese girls who worked there (as in we were going the same way, not she was coming back to my place). I don't remember what we were talking about - work, weather, beer? nothing important anyway - but I had noticed a grumpy looking older Japanese gent sitting on the other side from her. He was reading the Daily Yomiuri (an English language newspaper), so he must have been quite good at English. We were speaking English (I speak Japanese but she usually wanted to try to speak English for practise). But when we were getting closer to my stop, he started the rumble-grumble-bumble shit that Japanese guys do when they disapprove of something. Very threatening to her, mildly comical to me. The key thing is I speak a very rough form of Osaka dialect. I didn't learn softly-softly Japanese from a university lecturer who learnt Japanese from the Tale of Genji. If Joe Pesci in Goodfellas was Japanese, he'd speak the way I do. Once he'd said his piece (it was bullshit about foreigners having no respect for Japanese ways and that I only wanted to fuck her) he got up to leave. The thing was, this was my stop as well. >
I followed very closely to him, blood pumping in my ears. I don't think I'd been that furious more than a handful of times in my life. But I knew the J-lawman would throw my gaijin arse in jail in a heartbeat (my best friend in Japan - an Englishman - spent more than 5 weeks in solitary confinement without charge for getting in a fight with a bouncer in Osaka). So I didn't touch the guy. I just followed him. To the other platform. He was changing to a local train. So I got on the same train and sat *right* next to him. Then I got off at his station as well. And followed him. He went through the gates. I had my teiki (monthly pass) so I could still follow him. I followed him down the back streets. I followed him into the more residential area. Then slowly he managed to go in a big circle back to the station. I followed him *back onto another train* ... back to my station again (which was a more central suburb) ... and then out through the ticket gates ... down the street ... and right up to the koban (police box) .. at which point I disappeared into the shadows and Nosferatu'd myself outta there. I trust he will not change his opinion of foreigners, but I'm sure he'll remember that I could have messed him up several times during our walk together but didn't. I hope he wakes up with cold sweats hearing my footsteps behind him in the dark, dirty streets of Osaka.
Only other situation that has really made my blood boil was in Japan. I was on a train heading home from work with one of the Japanese girls who worked there (as in we were going the same way, not she was coming back to my place). I don't remember what we were talking about - work, weather, beer? nothing important anyway - but I had noticed a grumpy looking older Japanese gent sitting on the other side from her. He was reading the Daily Yomiuri (an English language newspaper), so he must have been quite good at English. We were speaking English (I speak Japanese but she usually wanted to try to speak English for practise). But when we were getting closer to my stop, he started the rumble-grumble-bumble shit that Japanese guys do when they disapprove of something. Very threatening to her, mildly comical to me. The key thing is I speak a very rough form of Osaka dialect. I didn't learn softly-softly Japanese from a university lecturer who learnt Japanese from the Tale of Genji. If Joe Pesci in Goodfellas was Japanese, he'd speak the way I do. Once he'd said his piece (it was bullshit about foreigners having no respect for Japanese ways and that I only wanted to fuck her) he got up to leave. The thing was, this was my stop as well. >
I followed very closely to him, blood pumping in my ears. I don't think I'd been that furious more than a handful of times in my life. But I knew the J-lawman would throw my gaijin arse in jail in a heartbeat (my best friend in Japan - an Englishman - spent more than 5 weeks in solitary confinement without charge for getting in a fight with a bouncer in Osaka). So I didn't touch the guy. I just followed him. To the other platform. He was changing to a local train. So I got on the same train and sat *right* next to him. Then I got off at his station as well. And followed him. He went through the gates. I had my teiki (monthly pass) so I could still follow him. I followed him down the back streets. I followed him into the more residential area. Then slowly he managed to go in a big circle back to the station. I followed him *back onto another train* ... back to my station again (which was a more central suburb) ... and then out through the ticket gates ... down the street ... and right up to the koban (police box) .. at which point I disappeared into the shadows and Nosferatu'd myself outta there. I trust he will not change his opinion of foreigners, but I'm sure he'll remember that I could have messed him up several times during our walk together but didn't. I hope he wakes up with cold sweats hearing my footsteps behind him in the dark, dirty streets of Osaka.