I know. I saw one this afternoon at Walmart.
Being the dutiful son that I am, once a month I take my wheelchair-bound mother shopping to various stores. Today, after visiting several, we ended up at Walmart, and as my mother perused the vitamin aisle, I turned around to see a vision straight out of a Studio Ghibli production.
A little Japanese girl—about eight years old— stared back at me with those distinctive almond eyes, her face framed by long jet-black hair that glistened in the light. Dressed in a Catholic school uniform she looked like a real-life extra from a Sailor Moon or Cardcaptor Sakura episode.
I was so surprised by the materialization of an anime archetype, I could only stare in mute surprise. Any moment I knew she would suddenly burst into a 15-minute long transformation scene as she became Princess Sugar Starlight and, being the unworthy slug I was, I knew I was moments away from being beaten to death by her Sugarplum Confectionery Wand of Unimaginable Agony.
|The last thing I thought I would see in this life ...|
Alas, that glorious fate was not to be mine. Her mother pulled her away by the arm and the first real-life magical anime girl I ever saw disappeared around the bend into an aisle of shampoo and hair products leaving me feeling strangely sad.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.