Usually moments that are lost in translation are cute. When my student tells me, "I'm hot!" and I explain that can mean sexy we giggle. If a teacher tells me how "terrible and excited" they felt about a movie, I explain that terrible really has no positive meaning. And I just love explaining to the students that "shat" really does not mean "shirt". But "maybe" is so misused, so misunderstood and so frequently that I may become violent.
"Are you hungry?"
"Did you go to the party last week?"
"I think so."
The one I hate the most is when I ask for directions.
"How do I get to the movie theatre?"
"Maybe you turn left from Gofukucho at the Seiten."
"Maybe? You don't know?"
"What? Okay, lets look at a map."
"Oh, but we don't need to."
"But you said you don't know where it is exactly..."
"So we should check the map..."
Kill me now Sweet Jesus!!!
Not even waiting for it to stop, I was out of the car running in. It had been more than 24 hours!! How can a human survive? Who would want to ?
"No! Please take off your shoes."
I don't bat an eye. Direct directions is all a white woman on a coffee mission needs.
I never thought caffeine paradise could be on a mountain with bears and wild pigs. I associate such things with going to school not heaven.
But just look at how they made my coffee. It was like a dance! A song! A ceremony! I was so happy I ordered two.
Good enough to go back for thirds? Maybe...