Today I went to the supermarket to buy myself lunch. I was wandering through the instant ramen aisle (which is something you will never see until you're in Japan) when a small child spotted me.
Staring at me, he shouted something akin to "bleargh!" and cowered behind his mom.
I know how to make 'em fear, that I do.
Yesterday I was getting ready to leave school when one of the teachers in my room asked me "Justin, will you be here on Wednesday?"
An innocuous question enough, and of course my answer was "yes." Where else would I be on a work day?
His follow-up was "Can you eat my lunch for me?" I thought he meant the lunches that students from the cooking classes bring sometimes to be evaluated by teachers. Again I told him yes. But I asked him if it was from the students.
"No, the last time I ate my lunch, something was wrong with my body for more than a day."
Have I become a faculty taste-tester or something?