Jun 8
So, Tuesday, we passed the post office. There was a
gaijin there, so we said hello. He looked up and looked very startled. As we
were waiting for the light, he pedaled up to us and said, "Do you speak
any Japanese?"
Haha! Who do you think I
am?!
I don't speak Japanese.
But we offered to help
him, anyways. He was having trouble with his card, and couldn't understand the custoner
service people when they tried to help him. (The language that customer service
speaks is so complicated, and very different from conversational Japanese. Ex:
Everyone at home would say: “Hey, do you want me to send this letter for
you?”
Japanese people: “If I sent this letter in your stead, would it be alright?”
Japanese customer service people: “May I humbly partake of thee kindly allowing me to send thine honorific letter in thy stead today?” And it actaully uses a different vocabulary (form.)
Japanese people: “If I sent this letter in your stead, would it be alright?”
Japanese customer service people: “May I humbly partake of thee kindly allowing me to send thine honorific letter in thy stead today?” And it actaully uses a different vocabulary (form.)
On the bright side, I’m getting much better at
understanding it and only have to ask for help every now and then, but this was
one of those times.) So we called the W.
couple, who can speak customer-service Japanese, and the husband answered.
Me: *asks for help*
WC: Sorry, I'm a little
busy right now. I'm at the post office.
Me: ...The one by
Imabari Ginza?
WC: Yep, that's the one.
Me: ...We'll be there in
five minutes.
So we went with this guy
to the other post office, and everything worked out really well. At the end, he asked
us a few questions and took a picture with us. (Us: *positioned to show name
badges* :D) So we gave him a chirashi and told him to call the missionaries if
he ever had any troubles in Japan, because they’ll help if they can. Then we
said goodbye and have fun, and shoved off.
Wednesday, the wife of
the BBQ family showed up at the English class we teach! YAAAAAY!!... Also, one
of our people we’ve taught about the gospel followed up with us on his own.
He's so great. We walked into his mother’s shop and he looks up and goes,
"Oh, I prayed. It felt uplifting/good." on Thursday, we had another
lesson with him. It worked out really well. Actually, on Thursday, we had five lessons. In Imabari. I felt REALLY, really good. And we got like,
twenty cucumbers from another of our favorite people :D Saturday, we picked
lemons, and ate salt ice cream, which is actually really good.
So this week was really
great.:D
Love,
Sanzu shimai
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