About ten years ago a women’s centre invited me to do a one day seminar in “self-defence.” I explained that one day is simply not enough to even begin to get an idea about the potentials involved in violence but the lady who made the call said: “Come along anyway. Oh and by the way do you mind if the ladies are wearing veils.”
I didn’t mind at all and I found myself demonstrating very basic moves in an unknown suburb the other side of the state, to some shy Arab ladies, most wearing hijabs.
Progress was going well, when a tradesman knocked on the only large door of the complex and meekly requested if he could pass through the main entrance with heavy equipment.
“No worries,” was my reply but I could not help notice how fast he recovered his composure at my hakama.
He must have put two and seven together and as he was carrying trade equipped he smiled and said, “I’ve heard about dervishes.” “And added insincerely or embarrased, I’m not sure which, “Must be fun.”
Another incident. From time to time various religious desperates come knocking seeking for converts, or studying the physics of slammed doors. But I’m always pleasant because I figure they don’t need any more unpleasantness than they already invite by presumptuously appearing announced.
One day some knocked. Right in the middle of multiple attacks.
I must explain that my front door is the front door of the dojo as well. I opened the door and they began their spiel, bible in hand pamphlets a-la-ready. And stopped midway gaping aghast at what they found themselves witnessing.
I explained, “I’m in a meeting right now,” as they compulsively turned red, then purple as they craned their necks, eyes glued at the men in “skirts” beating each other up and throwing each other across the room, some bouncing off the walls making the building shake noisily. As we do in training.
They scurried off in a hurry and as I bid them, “Good-day,” I really could not help feel a deep compassion for these no doubt gentle souls and their misunderstanding.
I’m sure there must be lots more humorous stories out there.
Anyone care to share?