Interesting to come across this old thread again. Just last week I dropped into the neighborhood supermarket for a few things on my way home from teaching the evening class. I was still in my training clothes: black gym shorts and our school T-shirt. Being TCMA we have no belts. Yeah maybe I felt a little dorky, but the shirt was pretty faded and my outfit really just looked like ordinary workout clothes. Heck, it
was ordinary workout clothes. Besides, as many of you already know, I have no shame and I
did need bread and milk. ....And
toilet paper. Now that's important!
So anyway, there I was, waiting at the checkout when I noticed another middle aged man standing in line behind me in a bright red gi, with a gold embroidered black belt, complete with a bunch a bunch of gold bars on the ends, like you know a 6th level master or something. A nice, really
new looking embroidered belt too!
Honestly I did a double-take. Make that triple-take. And then I really wanted to say something. You guys know what a hard time I have keeping my mouth shut. I really,
really wanted to say something, like maybe...
What, no changing rooms at your dojo either? ....Or,
Wasn't Comic-con last month? ...Or better yet,
Hey aren't you Master Ken? Can I have your autograph?
But as I eyed this guy in his shiny new
Karate Master costume, I felt a little sorry for him. Not much chance that he was any kind of martial artist. Just some old LARPER trying to live out his fantasies. Definitely not someone I cared to start a conversation with. Especially since the martial arts are one of the few things I actually take seriously.