My parents went from Ireland to Paris for Easter. On their first evening, as they were strolling back to the hotel from their favorite restaurant my mother spotted a bus full of Japanese tourists. No doubt emboldened by a few glasses of wine, she went to the tour guide who was getting on the bus and said, “Mon fils…Kamishakujii.” The guide smiled politely and just shook her head. It was, after all, the equivalent of walking up to a random American and saying, “My son… Brooklyn.”
My father berated my mother for being silly and for bothering the tour guide, but they both quickly forgot about the incident until… about three weeks later, my one and only Jesuit classmate came to me and asked, “Were your parents in Paris over Easter?”
It turns out that his parents were on that bus in Paris and had asked the tour guide what my mother had said to her. My mother had spoken in French to the tour guide so they didn’t even know that she was Irish and yet from the fact that both Akamatsu-san and I lived in the Tokyo suburb of Kamishakujii, they pieced together that my mother was trying to find someone who knew her son in Japan.
Mother enjoyed reminding my father that she wasn’t as silly as he had thought.
Have you experienced any amazing consequences?