I dread the days when I get some really tough questions from Garandee that I normally would not have to deal with if we were of the same nationality. Take for instance the first time she used the toilet in my apartment...
She came out of the toilet holding something in her hand and asked me, "what is this?"
Garando: "uh, that's called a tabo"
Garandee: "I see. What is it for?"
Garando: (sigh, i knew that was coming....) "it's uh... used for a special purpose."
Garandee: "Oh really? like what?"
Garando: "You don't have those in Japan do you? Well, that comes in handy whenever my ceiling leaks during the rainy season".
Garandee: "Oh i see...but you don't live on the top floor."
Garando: "uh, right. Well, I use that to water plants too."
Garandee: "but you don't have any..."
Garando: "Let's go, we're going to be late for the movie!"
I can't blame her for being overly curious about that mysterious plastic artifact we filipinos keep lying around our toilets because when I used her toilet in Tokyo I found this...
Neat...the higher models might even have a button for automatic tampon removal.
I love weekends!!