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Entries this day: Back_at_Immigration girl_on_train Back at Immigration 10:55am JST Monday 3 December 2007 (day 13767) This time it appears that I have all the necessary paperwork, in that I made it past the first bouncer. permalinkgirl on train 11:39pm JST Monday 3 December 2007 (day 13767) I was determined to sit (and sleep) on the way home, so I skipped an express and local train (on which no seats were available in the back) so I could get a seat on the next local train. I took off my glasses and had just hung them in my shirt color when a bright red blob sat down with a sigh next to me. I opened my eyes and noted the blob had long sparkly fingernails and blonde hair. Hmmm; this could be interesting enough to *not* sleep on the way home. There actually was something interesting: in addition to the normal cutsey glittery dangly bobbles, she had some sort of reusable charger dongle hanging from her phone. I watched as she deftly texted out a message using just one hand to hold the phone and the pad of her thumb to tap out the letters. Her nails were way too long to use the fingertips. She noted me staring, and she looked over at me. I looked up at her and we locked eyes for what would normally be an uncomfortable amount of time (for me), but I didn't look away; I was like, "こんにちは" and she goes, "こんにちは" And I was like, [how many times can you use that charger?] [oh, this?] [yeah] [well,] and she blurted out a long explanation of which I got basically nothing, but I had already made some guesses about the function of the charger, so I assumed that what she had just told me, so I asked her, [so you charge the charger here?] I asked; indicating its female adapter. [yeah, pretty convenient, isn't it?] [pretty cool.] [where did you buy it?] [at a cellphone shop in Shibuya.] Though the answer to that was pretty obvious, I was glad that I actually did understand her. That was the end of our conversation until it was time for me to hop off the train. I considered pulling out my cellphone as a conversation piece (and to disclose Ami); I could have told her that I just went to get a replacement charger today, in fact. It was genuinely good timing that I was introduced to this type of charger. I thought about asking her if the wall adapter charged the charger and the phone at the same time (would make ultimate sense).. In the end I just said nothing until my station. In the brief final conversation she said she was getting off at Yokohama, at which I asked why she hadn't taken a faster train (that is the last station on the line, so by definition all trains stop there), and she said it was cause her feet hurt from work. She took it to the next level and said she works at __________ in _________. Hmmm; now I can stalk her if I want. permalinkprev day next day |