The course of true love never did run smooth


Last night, on my way home from the station, I happened to be walking behind a couple who were engaged in a heated argument.  It’s not an uncommon situation to be sure, but what made this one unusual (aside of the fact that he happened to be a fat bald badly dressed gaijin in his 40s, and she was a lissome young Japanese lady in her mid-twenties) was that they were arguing in English – a language I rarely get to hear even in Kobe.  

At one stage, the couple glanced behind them, caught sight of me, and immediately switched to arguing in Japanese!   They didn’t miss a beat.  Unfortunately for them, I still understood everything, but like most lovers’ spats it was pretty banal stuff anyway.  Really not worth eavesdropping on.  Funny, though.


5 comments on “The course of true love never did run smooth

  1. Karen says:

    Don’t you love wandering along and hearing snippets of conversation? Things out of context that are intriguing?

  2. Miko says:

    On a slightly related note, one day I missed the train by a hairs-breadth and screeched “motherfucker!” in frustration, safe in the knowledge that nobody would understand me anyway … only to turn around and see a bunch of missionaries from Utah staring at me in horror …

  3. Petra says:

    Don’t worry, Miko, staring in horror is the natural state for missionaries from Utah. It’s in their genes, I assume.

  4. Miko says:

    Oh, so it wasn’t just me after all! I’d always thought so. Glad to know otherwise.

  5. Karen says:

    Oh, no, Petra is quite right. Missionaries from Utah would be disapproving of a hearty “darn”.

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