(I’d never actually heard that one untill a Japanese guy I met at a bar said it, and then explained it to me as a joke, after I attempted a tiny bit of actual Japanese with him).
Also, barely related, but kind of related:
A month before that, I’d gotten a tan hat in the style that Japanese soldiers hats were made in WW2, and was wearing some other clothes that vaguely had a somewhat similar style, but not the same colors, as the rest of the Japanese … summer/hot weather outfit during WW2.
So I’m a white dude, walking up a hill to a store one day, and a guy walking down the hill…
Is Japanese, but wearing basically a full getup of 80s/90s era US milsurp stuff, even a helmet (or at least the liner).
We got to each other, noticed each other at about the same time, fully stopped in our tracks, realized the absurdity of the situation, laughed for about 10 seconds, then went on our ways.
Don’t touch-y my moustache!
(I’d never actually heard that one untill a Japanese guy I met at a bar said it, and then explained it to me as a joke, after I attempted a tiny bit of actual Japanese with him).
Also, barely related, but kind of related:
A month before that, I’d gotten a tan hat in the style that Japanese soldiers hats were made in WW2, and was wearing some other clothes that vaguely had a somewhat similar style, but not the same colors, as the rest of the Japanese … summer/hot weather outfit during WW2.
So I’m a white dude, walking up a hill to a store one day, and a guy walking down the hill…
Is Japanese, but wearing basically a full getup of 80s/90s era US milsurp stuff, even a helmet (or at least the liner).
We got to each other, noticed each other at about the same time, fully stopped in our tracks, realized the absurdity of the situation, laughed for about 10 seconds, then went on our ways.
Peak Human experience. That’s an unnamed brother for life.