substitute (
substitute) wrote2005-09-12 09:27 pm
Good evening.
Tonight's moment of Cinema Bizarre on the patio:
Young Japanese man with very thick accent approaches each table in turn. He bows and introduces himself and then produces an incomprehensible spiel. Confronted with blank stares, he proffers that he is asking for donations to "Fight... Crime."
I decline, as does each person in turn around the patio. His response is a long quiet disturbing stare, followed shortly by effusive thanks and more bows.
Bonus points: he arrives at my table just as I am finishing Borges' retelling of the story of the 47 Ronin.
Young Japanese man with very thick accent approaches each table in turn. He bows and introduces himself and then produces an incomprehensible spiel. Confronted with blank stares, he proffers that he is asking for donations to "Fight... Crime."
I decline, as does each person in turn around the patio. His response is a long quiet disturbing stare, followed shortly by effusive thanks and more bows.
Bonus points: he arrives at my table just as I am finishing Borges' retelling of the story of the 47 Ronin.
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It will be a good deal for them both.
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you are my sunshine...now give me money...
reluctantly i give it a quick swipe of my finger...she immediatly breaks outin song, "You Are My Sunshine My only sunshine. You make me happy When skies are grey." only she didnt stop there, she kept going and going and going...
mind you this was at about 8:45pm, its dark and she is meandering hte streets of irvine alone. ok, it is irvine, i am sure she was safe, but still.
Re: you are my sunshine...now give me money...