Costa look-alikes should not be allowed in this universe.
I was coming home from another History of Tokyo field trip yesterday, having quite a wonderful time trying to navigate my way through stations I'd never been to before and using an annoying, confusing train line in which the local and rapid lines didn't even go to the same stations, when I ran into the most peculiar person.
On the jam-packed local train, I had the weird, hair-raising feeling that someone was watching me. So I scanned around and found a pair of eyes looking directly at me. This is where I was almost thankful for being crammed in the train car like sardines, because the people around me kept me from falling over in shock as the thought "Holy shit! What the hell is Costa doing here?!" ran through my head. It didn't take too long for it to sink in that it couldn't be the same guy since I was in Japan, not Mississippi, and on a second glance this person was most definitely Japanese, with the weird dyed-blonde-but-it-didn't-quite-work hair and strange fashion sense. But for the rest of the trip I kept glancing over at him, rather spooked, and he looked away every time though it was pretty obvious he'd been looking at me the second before.
We ended up getting off at the same stop, and we wound up right next to each other at the train doors. So I glanced up at him and gave him a smile, and he smiled back... and then I stepped off the train and pretty much ran up the stairs to the platform for my next train even though it wasn't coming for another ten minutes, basically just trying to get the hell out of there. I guess he left the station, because I didn't see him again.
So, yes. That little adventure left me paranoid for the rest of the trip home. Don't need another one of those for a while.
On the jam-packed local train, I had the weird, hair-raising feeling that someone was watching me. So I scanned around and found a pair of eyes looking directly at me. This is where I was almost thankful for being crammed in the train car like sardines, because the people around me kept me from falling over in shock as the thought "Holy shit! What the hell is Costa doing here?!" ran through my head. It didn't take too long for it to sink in that it couldn't be the same guy since I was in Japan, not Mississippi, and on a second glance this person was most definitely Japanese, with the weird dyed-blonde-but-it-didn't-quite-work hair and strange fashion sense. But for the rest of the trip I kept glancing over at him, rather spooked, and he looked away every time though it was pretty obvious he'd been looking at me the second before.
We ended up getting off at the same stop, and we wound up right next to each other at the train doors. So I glanced up at him and gave him a smile, and he smiled back... and then I stepped off the train and pretty much ran up the stairs to the platform for my next train even though it wasn't coming for another ten minutes, basically just trying to get the hell out of there. I guess he left the station, because I didn't see him again.
So, yes. That little adventure left me paranoid for the rest of the trip home. Don't need another one of those for a while.