I went back to that same cafe with the stupid House Rules today. What can I say? It’s one of my favorite sanctuaries. While i was there I edited and uploaded all of those pictures from my trip last weekend to the rice fields in Tana and watched the NBA finals on NBA Broadband…smoking stogies and drinking Starbucks. You know: chillin’.
By the time I got my head out of cloud 9 it was 6:55, and I had a private student at 7pm at a cafe about 10 minutes away. Shit! In case y’all didn’t know being late to Japanese is…well, I’ve lost students over less.
Anyway, I packed up my stuff and rushed to the counter and…damn! There was a line of arriving customers waiting to be helped. I was about to get in the back of the line, thinking great! I’m gonna lose another 4000 yen a week, when….
“Next departing customer, please…” the staff person said suddenly, shocking me. She was looking and gesturing . I pointed at my nose (the Japanese way of saying “who? Me?”). She smiled.It wasn’t the same girl from last time.
She had an arriving customer standing before her and had actually been helping him when I’d come along. The staff person asked him to step aside. He glanced at me as I approached the counter and did as he was told, a look on his face like this was the most normal and common sensible thing he’d ever done.
I handed her my card and slip and paid my bill, and then suddenly I couldn’t help myself but laugh out loud at how shit works out. The customers waiting on the long line were looking at me like I was…Loco