Wednesday, October 24, 2007
So, funny story . . .
Went to kung-fu last night like all Tuesday nights. This time, I was the first guy to arrive at the club and was the one to unlock the door, turn on the lights and whatnot. Different, but whatever . . .
At some point, I see a dude walking towards the club. I thought it might've been the other guy who was coming . . . nope, someone different. I guessed he was probably just cutting through the parking lot (we're a small one-story building that's part of a little corner area with a deli, a biker restaurant, and a hair stylist place).
Nope. Came right outside the club door, looked in a bit, looked at the stuff we had posted on the windows and stuff a bit . . . huh. I guess maybe he's just loitering or something . . . . . alright, whatever . . .
I headed into the office in the back to act like I was doing something . . . couldn't think of anything to do . . . remembered that my wallet, keys and cell phone were sitting out in the open on a bench near the door . . . . . came back out . . .
Guy was still there.
So I figured, "alright, screw this, I'm here to work out!" So I started jogging around in circles to warm up.
Guy was still there. I had to stop jogging.
By this point it was pretty clear he was interested in what was going on, so it was time to get it over with . . .
Opened the door to him, he smiled back and said hi, I asked him if I could help him with anything.
Here's the gist of it: he was from Brazil, had come to Canada for a year to learn English, was 18 years old, had 9 years of Taekwondo and a black belt back at home, lived nearby, and he saw that there was a kung-fu school in his area. So, he was curious and wanted to check it out. I didn't have any flyers or anything to give him (none in English, anyway), but I invited him in so we could talk a bit about what we did, when would be a good day for him to come check out normal classes (as opposed to these weird-assed late-night practices that only a couple other people and I do).
Eventually the other two people came to the club and we all talked with him a bit. Finally the one girl and I went through our regular drills (cold and without fully stretching) so we could give him a kind of demonstration of what we did.
All in all, it was a neat thing to happen that night. I luckily have had practice speaking with people who speak English as a second language, so that wasn't too much of a problem. Soooo, he's gonna pop by the Saturday afternoon class with some younger people (teens and stuff), see if he likes it or not as something to do for the next five months or so that he's still in Canada.
He left before he could see us practice some weapon forms, but he was polite, curious, and felt like he could have some fun with our club.
Then I said "tchau" as he left - he was amused by that.
So that was Tuesday practice this week. Good times . . .