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.