When I took a date with me to my Japanese history class' night out in Little Tokyo (in Los Angeles), she asked me if I knew how to use chop sticks and I picked them up and used them the first time (though I borrowed heavily from the Vulcan salute).
About 30 years ago I got a plastic "ivory" pair of Japanese chop sticks and I've always kept them in my briefcase "just in case". I used them a few times to eat yoghurt when there weren't any spoons available. I figured I could because a then-recent yoghurt commercial showed Japanese businessmen eating their yoghurt with chopsticks. I soon discovered that the secret is to not stir it first. And when I would snack on cookies at work but wanted to keep my fingers clean (I'm a programmer), I would use my chopsticks, much to the amusement of my Chinese co-workers.
As for a quirk, I talk to animals. In their own language. Mainly dogs and cats, but I had a lot of fun once messing with a rooster's mind. I don't know what I'm saying, but they seem to get a kick out of it. Our current dog vocalizes a lot, so we can really get into it at times.
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Whenever I gripe to myself about something or curse, I lapse into German. For decades, that was the only way I could ever practice it. Now where I work we have a few Germans, including the CEO, so now I have to watch what I say.
And having been a Mexican for the past 28 years (by marriage, at least for another five months), I often lapse into Spanish in conversation, from habit while visiting with her family -- mainly just simple statements and responses, nothing elaborate. Though I try to avoid it if I know that other person doesn't speak it, but I don't always succeed. Our salsa class is conducted in both English and Spanish and I find myself following and responding to the Spanish more often than to the English.
And 30 years ago in karate and then aikido we would count off in Japanese. Ever since then until just a few years ago when I would need to count off in calesthenics or stretching exercises, I would always do so in Japanese. Always stretching out and groaning the go (5) and ju (10) because that was always when we would put a little extra effort into the stretch.
Though my counting in dancing has always been in English, even for salsa.
I'm bilingual but can remember telephone numbers only in one language or the other, not both. Once I have a number in one language, there's no way I can relearn it. When I moved house 12 years ago, I made the mistake of remembering my new telephone number in the "wrong" language, and the only way I could give people my new number in English was to write it down first and read it out. When I moved again 7 years ago, I made a conscious effort to remember my new number in English first (then I get stuck when I have to give the number in the other language...).
You just might learn it in Spanish, where the R is made with the tip of the tongue against the back of the teeth (apico-dental), almost like the D, and the RR is the same except you flutter the tip of the tongue.
Just out of curiosity, how is the R made in Japanese?
And I apologize ahead of time for the off-coloredness of this old joke, but I cannot fight the many associations that bring it up:
An American orders a drink in a bar, where the barmaid is Scottish. Marvelling at how she repeats his order (which had a number of Rs in it -- personally, I love the sound of a Scottish or Irish woman's accent), he remarks at how well she can roll her Rs. She giggles and explains that it's because of the high heels.
Okay lets see, some people would classify me as a "perfectionist" and I suppose I can be at times, so I guess I've developed alot of wierd quirks as a result.
1.) In my closet all my hangers are plastic, all the shirts face the same direction and are all on the left side. All my pants are on the right side and grouped by type (jeans, pj's dress pants etc)
2.) I ABSOULTELY CANT STAND dry sponge underneath my fingernails :x . (ie: those nerf basket balls made out of sponge) becuase it feels to me like bits of it get stuck under my nails and I cant get it out :!:
3.) And lastly, you know those weight scales they have in the doctors offices? the ones where you get on and have to use the balance mechanism at the top to slide left and right until you find your weight? We have those where I work for people to use at thier will but I cant stand it when they don't put the balance back to zero becuase eventually it messes up the calibration and ruins it for everybody!