Real quick...

The Word of the day...Mitsuami or cornrow as in braid.

My hair went from twisted to untwisted last week...To braided back this week. So when I got to school I received the following questions:
1. Did you do that?
2. How did you do that?
3. Do you do that everyday?
4. How long did that take?
5. Your hair was bigger before, so where is your hair?
6. Was that your hair before?

Now a couple of these questions were asked by various people...But then there's the science teacher who asked all of the questions and in that order! Folks around here wear the same thing nearly everyday so it's almost unfathomable that someone (Me) could have a different hair style every week! God forbid that I show up in my weekend hair! I might cause an international crisis! Hmmmm...Perhaps I'll make the news...a woman at the photo shop was going nuts and talking to me in Japanese at 5,000 miles per hour about how she's a stylist and she had just come back from London to visit her daughter and there were a lot of people there with their hair like mine and she wanted to know who did it and oh she was glad that I understood Japanese, etc. etc. etc. That's just how the conversation went. The poor man behind the counter was trying to get a word in to give her a receipt and change!

The woman at the counter at the bus station cheated me out of about $20 today...We went back and forth for about 20 minutes about how she did/didn't owe me change...I had had a long boring day so I second guessed myself, said ok, and left. Well I got about 50 feet down the street (doing the math over and over the whole way) when I decided to go back and get my money. FUTILE! I went back explained over and over she came from behind the glass again and we had the same 20 minute conversation. Neither of us was making any progress so she called in two high school students from outside who said they spoke English. LIES! Well they understood English and were able to tell her what she already knew I was saying for another 20 minutes. Anyway long story short, it was getting dark and I was tired and I didn't have a jacket so I just gave up...Put on my "I'm gonna' cry now" face...And went home. The moral of the story is...Well there is none. I'll just buy my bus tickets from the bus driver from now on and not from the old lady who sits with her nasty little pooping bird behind the glass and steals money from unsuspecting foreigners!!!