I traveled to Colorado for work a week and a half after returning from Japan. People in Colorado were really friendly, and even though I'm not generally not one for small talk, it's just fine in some situations. In two such situations, I had to make a conscious effort to respond with airy pleasantries, because Japan was on my mind, but there was no need to talk about it.
I think I told you that the first night there, we ended up going out for Japanese. I ended up ordering green tea ice cream. The waiter thought it was very brave of me, said that it took him a while to get used to it but now he loved it. It struck me as odd, because at that point, green tea ice cream was more normal to me than vanilla.
Then, the morning I left, I had some time in the airport, so I shopped around. In one store, I came upon chocolate-covered peanuts packaged as "deer poop," so I absolutely had to get them for Jason. The woman at the counter said, "those are so good!"
Now, some of you think I have no internal filter, but if that were the case, instead of saying, "oh, that's great!" I'd have said:
"Actually, I don't really care that they're good. I mean, I suppose they may as well be, because Jay's going to eat them anyway--so yes, I'm glad they're good. But that's not why I'm getting them. See, there's this place called Nara Park, with mangy deer--Jay even wrote a haiku about them--they kick/bite/butt/knock down, and poop all over the place..."
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Did I already tell you about when my sister came to visit me in Japan and wanted to go to the Nara deer park and how we still recall that as an awful memory. The shorn horns, the mangy fur, the manic hunger. I think we ended up just throwing the bag of food at them, so that they wouldn't rush us. It was the stuff of horror movies. Seriously, if Hollywood ever needs to cast deer living in a post-atomic world, they should hire the Nara deer.
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