Thursday, January 27, 2005
Fortune Teller
First of all, a belated happy New Year to everyone. Happy year of the Rooster (or is it Chicken?). Anyway, I'm back from my month in North America, I still have lots to do, but updating the blog is one of them, so I will try to do lots of updates for the next little while till I'm caught up. Here's a good place to start...
After school today, there was a man standing in my teachers room. Now guests come and go at my school, and I usually don't pay attenion to them, but this man was holding my principal's hand. Good stuff, a palm reader and fortune teller at my school. And apparently he was free. What good fortune did I owe to to get my palm read by a fortune teller. I learned that he was actually an inkan seller; why wouldn't an inkan seller be able to read hands too? Only in Japan I guess.
Anyway he came over to me, and we got started. But he was missing a few front teeth, and his breath smelled bad. I think he had just smoked a cigarette. I put up with him for the sake of my fortune. I thought my JTE would be translating, but his attention seemed to wander part way through. I got a gist of what he said though, I've got a calm and gentle disposition, I have a good relationship with my family, and so on. He said I cry easily, and he mentioned that if I got a bit better at speaking Japanese I'd be able to cry if I saw a Hideki Matsui homerun. Yeah, whatever, I don't even like the Yankees. I guess what he said was largely accurate. Every now and then, he'd let out a loud "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" when he saw a hand line that looked interesting.
When he finished, we talked about my inkan. I showed it to him, and he said that it was cheap and crappy, and it was probably bought for 300 Yen. He said I should have a round one, not an oval one like I have. At that point, thinking he was insulting me, I got my back up, and told him that my inkan was given to me by my BOE, then he thought that my BOE was dirt poor. Hahahaha. He proceeded to do everyone in the teacher's room at the time; I saw loads of teachers laughing behind this dude's back, and others who would take a large detour around him just so they wouldn't have to have their palms read.
To top off my exciting afternoon with the fortune teller, when he went to leave, he went into the coffee room, thinking it was the exit. Good times.
After school today, there was a man standing in my teachers room. Now guests come and go at my school, and I usually don't pay attenion to them, but this man was holding my principal's hand. Good stuff, a palm reader and fortune teller at my school. And apparently he was free. What good fortune did I owe to to get my palm read by a fortune teller. I learned that he was actually an inkan seller; why wouldn't an inkan seller be able to read hands too? Only in Japan I guess.
Anyway he came over to me, and we got started. But he was missing a few front teeth, and his breath smelled bad. I think he had just smoked a cigarette. I put up with him for the sake of my fortune. I thought my JTE would be translating, but his attention seemed to wander part way through. I got a gist of what he said though, I've got a calm and gentle disposition, I have a good relationship with my family, and so on. He said I cry easily, and he mentioned that if I got a bit better at speaking Japanese I'd be able to cry if I saw a Hideki Matsui homerun. Yeah, whatever, I don't even like the Yankees. I guess what he said was largely accurate. Every now and then, he'd let out a loud "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" when he saw a hand line that looked interesting.
When he finished, we talked about my inkan. I showed it to him, and he said that it was cheap and crappy, and it was probably bought for 300 Yen. He said I should have a round one, not an oval one like I have. At that point, thinking he was insulting me, I got my back up, and told him that my inkan was given to me by my BOE, then he thought that my BOE was dirt poor. Hahahaha. He proceeded to do everyone in the teacher's room at the time; I saw loads of teachers laughing behind this dude's back, and others who would take a large detour around him just so they wouldn't have to have their palms read.
To top off my exciting afternoon with the fortune teller, when he went to leave, he went into the coffee room, thinking it was the exit. Good times.
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nice to see you back again coops! man.. was that guy a fortune teller or just insane? i can just imagine the walking into the coffee room and going "aaree?"
i once had an interesting encounter with a fortune teller...the didn't like how there were some fine hairs in between my eyebrows (apparently it obstructs good fortune) so he pulled up a pair of tweezers and started yanking them out without telling me...he comforted me by saying that he's wearing his glasses unlike the last time (apparently some poor dude bled). i think what's worse about mine experience was that i actually paid for it.. damn.. - rusty
i once had an interesting encounter with a fortune teller...the didn't like how there were some fine hairs in between my eyebrows (apparently it obstructs good fortune) so he pulled up a pair of tweezers and started yanking them out without telling me...he comforted me by saying that he's wearing his glasses unlike the last time (apparently some poor dude bled). i think what's worse about mine experience was that i actually paid for it.. damn.. - rusty
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Hahahaha. That's hilarious Russ. I can imagine that scene also. Well, on the bright side, you no longer have hairs in between your eyebrows (unless they grew back twice as fast and twice as thick) so you don't have a cloudy fortune anymore.
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