Just face it

I was over scrutinizing hair products in the 24-hour Shoppers Drug Mart near my apartment when I heard it: the familiar hum of Japanese.

Two teens chatting as they weaved in and out of the aisles. They stopped to pick up a few Herbal Essences bottles, commenting on how popular they are.

Then, as they passed me by, they remarked how small I was. Likely, they were talking about my face.

In Japan, they couldn't say it enough -- to my face, right in front of my face, behind my face -- "My, what a small face she has!"

But before I had a chance to grin and shock the pair by saying in Japanese that I understood them, they'd turned the corner.

I grinned anyway. Natsukashii.