After the most amazing day at Tokyo Disneyland, I decided I would grab a bite to eat on the way out. I stopped by one of the snack stands and bought a soft pretzel with cheese and bacon, a maple churro, and a chocolate tipa torta, which is a chocolate filled pastry similar in size and shape to a churro. I walked out of the park, booming with fire works, and headed for the subway while enjoying my food. I hopped on the bullet train and sat in an orange seat in the back. The combination of the roaring wind caused by the high speeds of the trains and the people rambling everywhere around me were so loud, I had to put on some music. I relaxed into the familial position where my legs formed the number four, blasted my favorite song on my ipod, and popped my fruit flavored gum that replaced the odd after taste of the churro. I was in such a good mood I started to dance to the beat in my seat and I did not care that people could have been watching. But when I looked up to see what stop we were at, several Asian eyes that were slanted down angrily at me, quickly turned away. They looked at me like I was some kind of disgusting insect that should be squashed immediately. Luckily the next stop was my exit. I scurried off the train as fast as the beat of a hummingbird's wings and was dumbfounded when I realized what a complete imbecile I was. Everyone was giving me accusing glares because I totally forgot about Japanese etiquette. they looked at me weird when I was leaving Disneyland because I was impolitely eating while walking. Then when I boarded the train not only was I chewing gum, but I sat like garish man instead of crossing my legs at the knee. I can only imagine how I came across to them; just another rude American.
~Lauren Fleming Mrs. Geck
Good similes Lauren.
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