My friend had to head to his part-time job again, so I settled dinner at an okonomiyaki shop nearby. It turned out that a surprise was awaiting me.
While I was waiting outside the shop for a seat, there was this family waiting too. A shop attendant came out to take orders, and when it came to my turn, I had to reveal the fact that I wasn’t Japanese. It was really nice of the shop attendant to speak slowly so that I could understand what he was trying to ask.
