This week, I've had the joyous fortune to be struck down by yet another bout of horrible illness. Yay! Super-duper fun. I had a fever of 39 degrees and missed 3 days of school, which is totally awesome. My company probably won't fire me.
Jun and I went out for yakitori, tonight, and had a couple of beers. While we were in the tiny restaurant, we began discussing the start of the Iraq war, an emotional topic for both of us. The conversation grew quite heated, even though we were both in total agreement. It was just a high level of intensity. After we finished our food and beer, I suggested that we leave. It was around that time that we both noticed that the entire place had become deathly quiet. The other customers were giving us odd looks, and we simultaneously realized that they were under the assumption that we were having a pretty significant argument of some sort. Jun apparently picked up a lot of sympathetic looks, and I picked up a couple of really quick, not-very-friendly looks. She had been more overtly agitated than I had been, so we later drew the conclusion that they had surmised that I had committed some sort of grievance against her, which she was airing out.
It was a strange example of miscommunication, where the reaction to our conversation had nothing to do with our actual conversation. It was a really bizarre experience, overall.
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