Earlier this week I was doing a bit of travelling, going to a speaking engagement in Kobe, Japan. I cannot even hope to pronounce the school’s name, but roughly translated it is called Butt University of Tokyo.
A little rude, if you want my opinion, but I guess if you don’t want to confuse folks as to what you do….you just speak plainly
So I’m on my second day in Tokyo and the news about the death of the terrorist Zarqawi comes through the cable connection and my room stewardess, Miss Kimiki, a first year student, goes ballistic. In a good way.
It turns out her that brother was an engineer in the Japanese home guard who was sent to Iraq in 2004. He was less than 50 yards away when Zarqawi’s goons blew up one of their trucks. He wasn’t hurt, but you can probably guess how pissed off he was. After she found out, his attitude was hers.
Miss Kimiki was running around with such celebratory zeal, I think she lost her head for a moment.
She was dancing and jumping and screaming so much that no one dared knock on the door to my room for the rest of the morning.
And just to pass along what Miss Kimiki had to say (that I could understand, anyway)Â
“USA! USA! USA!”