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Sempai
- 16 Jun 2002
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I went to the post office yesterday in order to pick up a little something something/ secret weapon for my next trip to Japan, they told me I wouldn't be able to pick it up until the next morning (this morning,) so I left the post office and decided to have dinner at a fast food restaurant. Well before opening the door my inner voice told me that it was going to be the best meal I had ever ate from them (the restaurant,) and that wasen't that big of a deal, you know? If it wasen't the greatest I would still eat it but I appreciated my thoughts and thanked them as they had given me something to look forward to. Well so the food came and it was picture-perfect, the best meal, right? Everything was delicious but then the same voice told me to not finish my banana split (the dessert,) and to get up and leave, so of course I followed it's commands since it was so on the money about the food being the best meal I had ever ate from the restaurant. Once I was out the door it didn't really give me any guidance so I figured to just cross the streets like I normally do to get back from that part of my city back to my house. It was a tuesday, nobody was really out around the local area businesses in fact nobody besides me was on the sidewalks. I then, after waiting for cars to pass, crossed the street, walked up yet another sidewalk which was on side of several businesses and thats when I noticed someone walking towards me from the other side of the sidewalk and not just that but she was Japanese and not just that but she looked like Ayumi Hamasaki. Now here is the thing, I have no problem talking to Japanese girls no matter how fine they are and so with that my walking seemingly increased in speed towards her ... until I stopped and sneezed! It was one of those gross sneezes where the snot and everything gets all over your hand and face because covering the snot projectiles with your hand sort of like deflects it back onto the area surrounding your nose, you know what i'm saying? And it was nasty! So I took my snot covered hand and whiped it on the left sleeve of my short sleeve t-shirt and continued walking but ten steps before her I noticed that her eyes were looking to her right, her head wasen't turned to the right but her eyes were and I was walking towards her left! And just like that I passed her, she was beautiful and now she was gone. And she really really looked like Ayumi Hamasaki too as I turned to check out the backside of her I noticed the rest of her body in all it's perfection. But she had been obviously disgusted by me and as I hung my head in shame I noticed that my t-shirt said "Pimp Japan" on it and my shoes were dirty and my jeans smelled and I laughed thinking to myself that if I would have known I would have seen this Ayu-lookalike in my boring little city in America that I would have thrown on one of my many pairs of new shoes, one of my new outfits for my next Japan trip and brought my video camera.
The moral of this story is: Expect the unexpected
Josh
The moral of this story is: Expect the unexpected
Josh
Oh well, enough girls out there 
