There is just something about traveling that seems to bring out different aspects of people's character. As a cast member at Disneyland I was probably yelled at using the majority of the languages on this Earth (and many, many different variations of what passes for American English)...often just because I was the closest person with a name tag.
The incident I wrote about stuck me not because of he man's behavior, but because it was one of those things that, when you think back on it, are just so friggin' weird.
Here I was, an American who had just flown in from Guam, having gone through swine flu screening with flights from who knows where, standing in the middle of a fake Italian plaza built on landfill in Tokyo Bay listening to a French man arguing over a piece of paper with a picture of Mickey Mouse on it.
Sometimes I just can't help but think that the world is all just messed up beyond fixing these days.