2011年9月23日金曜日

Age old problem

Public holiday today. Autumnal Equinox Day. K is still on a business trip so we decided to have a girls' day out and go shopping. Woo hoo. Honestly I'd much rather be mucking around in the garden than hanging out at the local shopping centre but the girls love putting their dresses on and packing their bags (hankie, snacks, wet towel in a ziploc, pencil, paper, toy- I swear if we were ever stranded anywhere I would be relying on them to get me through!) and going shopping.

So off we headed to the local-ish Jusco. Got Meg's incredibly pedantic maths book (13 grid squares across, horizontal, dotted lines) picked up some stuff for Amy's birthday and some multi-coloured indelible markers that were on the chuckout table just because I love the idea of labeling all the girls stuff in purple or blue or orange just because I can!

I went to the register and was kind of zoning out listening to the usual prattle (the register operators her don't actually chat to you but they tell you what you're buying and how much it is as they ring it up) when I was jolted back to the moment when the woman asked 'do you have one of these cards?'

It was a picture of two loyalty cards- one for pregnant women and one for grandparents. Sheesh. I was kind of dumbstruck, sure I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt but surely I didn't look either pregnant or grandmotherly????

Fast forward to night time and wewere at a local festival. Not ours this time as ours is a Spring fertility festival. My friend S invited the girls and I to her neighbourhood's Autumn Harvest festival. It was really beuatiful. Quiet and peaceful and the roads were lined with these beautiful hand painted lanterns:


There were all sorts of designs but of course I had to take a picture of this one!

Anyway, S and her husband were introducing me to their friends and neighbours and one of the men asked where I lived.

Okubo.

Ahhhh!!! Mizutani's wife!

No...

Yeah, yeah! Mizutani Techan's wife!

No.

Mizutani's wife? She's my friend and co-farmer A. She's a kickass woman and I'd be happy to think I'm like her in many ways. Like her. But to have someone think I am her? Well, she's 100% ethnically Japanese for one thing.

Oh and she turned 60 this year.

SIXTY.

Sheeeeeesh!

After a day like today I am heading back to the shopping centre tomorrow.

In a dress.

And make-up.

And buying some Oil of Ulay.

Family size.





2 件のコメント:

Gina さんのコメント...

Oh no! : ( Well, about the Jusco experience you definitely do not look preggers and you definitely don't look like a senior. Maybe she was just forced to ask that of everyone that day? Or maybe she just forgot her glasses at home and every customer was just one big blur? : ) It's not you though. I can tell you that. It had to be her. : )

As for the other man, confusing you for a 60 year old. : ( And a Japanese 60 year old, nonetheless. You're only in your 30's though, same as me. If it helps, you definitely don't look Japanese. You look about as Japanese as me, and I'm not Japanese at all either. : ) Maybe your Japanese was so wonderful and so good, it threw him off? Or again, he could have forgotten his glasses at home, have a problem with cataracts or something. But definitely not you though.

Once, a friend and I were shopping. She has very light blond hair and blue eyes. We were both checking out. I paid in cash first. And waited while she checked out. She used a credit card. We both have Japanese last names. Anyway, the check out person saw the last name on her card and said..."oh so you must be half Japanese then" No I'm not, she replied. I jumped in and just said, our husbands are Japanese. Ohhhh the checkout lady said. She didn't think of that possibility. We politely left the store, but once we left, we were laughing so hard! She said...I most certainly don't look Japanese. I said, I know right. We cracked up over that for a good 5 minutes. Even now it still causes a few laughs.

illahee さんのコメント...

haha! the other day yoshi and i took tommy and sasha to the public pool (hiro was at school). as i was getting in the big pool with tommy, one of the oldies asked me if he was my grandson. i was like, 'pardon?' and was just flabbergasted. *sigh* pass the oil of olay, i need me some, too!