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Sometimes when things are slow at work, Joe and Joji will send two of us without customers out on the street to hand out lunch menus or business cards. Today Hana and I got the job. It was a bit cold, but feeling it better business not to cover the logo on our uniforms, we didn't wear coats. Some people on the street are very nice. Today quite a few of them said, "Aren't you cold? Go put on a coat!" Some even say "thank you" after accepting the card, which I find amusing since I'm the one bothering them. And then there are those who act like the don't see me at all. I like to at least say "No, thank you" when someone tries to give me stuff on the street. And then there was one today who, when I told him "Japanese Barbecue, Sir. Right across the street," asked "Are you Japanese?" I laughed and said, "No, I'm not, but I did live there." And then he said, "Well, I'm going to this Mexican restaurant now, but do you have Geisha [which he pronounced gee-sha] girls?" ><
After work they feed us. Today I ate with Hana (a fellow server), Lightning (one of the hosts, an interesting character), and Carlos (who works in the kitchen, doing drinks and desserts right now while we wait for our liquor license). Lightning and Hana were talking about Lightning's spirituality for a bit, then after Lightning left, it got a bit quiet. "You don't say much, do you, Carlos?" I asked. He said, "Huh? I talk." "Busy eating?" I teased. "Yeah," as he took more rice and meat. Then when Hana sat back down he asked me, "Do you have kids?" "Why do people always ask me that?" I said. "No, I don't." And he asked Hana the same. "How old do we look?" she asked. "19," he guessed. We laughed and corrected him, then asked how old he was. "19. I've got a kid, a daughter." Hana and I quickly recovered. I felt ashamed, but tried not to make a big deal of it. "What's her name?" Hana asked. "Haley." "Oh, like Eminem's daughter?" "Yeah, spelled the same." "How old is she? Do you have pictures?" And he proudly showed us pictures of his one month old daughter on his PDA. A cute baby with a chubby round face. Carlos never smiles at work, but you could see just a hint of it in the pictures. After he got up, Hana said, "Everyone lives such completely different lives." I get the feeling Carlos sees us as silly and immature, but then I'm willing to bet he's matured several months' worth in the past month.
Walking home I stopped at a newsstand to treat myself to Sour Patch Kids. The guy there said, "Do you work around here? How come you never come here? Everyone else comes here all the time. I see you often. How come you never come here? Come here all the time, eh? I'm your Indian brother." ><
After work they feed us. Today I ate with Hana (a fellow server), Lightning (one of the hosts, an interesting character), and Carlos (who works in the kitchen, doing drinks and desserts right now while we wait for our liquor license). Lightning and Hana were talking about Lightning's spirituality for a bit, then after Lightning left, it got a bit quiet. "You don't say much, do you, Carlos?" I asked. He said, "Huh? I talk." "Busy eating?" I teased. "Yeah," as he took more rice and meat. Then when Hana sat back down he asked me, "Do you have kids?" "Why do people always ask me that?" I said. "No, I don't." And he asked Hana the same. "How old do we look?" she asked. "19," he guessed. We laughed and corrected him, then asked how old he was. "19. I've got a kid, a daughter." Hana and I quickly recovered. I felt ashamed, but tried not to make a big deal of it. "What's her name?" Hana asked. "Haley." "Oh, like Eminem's daughter?" "Yeah, spelled the same." "How old is she? Do you have pictures?" And he proudly showed us pictures of his one month old daughter on his PDA. A cute baby with a chubby round face. Carlos never smiles at work, but you could see just a hint of it in the pictures. After he got up, Hana said, "Everyone lives such completely different lives." I get the feeling Carlos sees us as silly and immature, but then I'm willing to bet he's matured several months' worth in the past month.
Walking home I stopped at a newsstand to treat myself to Sour Patch Kids. The guy there said, "Do you work around here? How come you never come here? Everyone else comes here all the time. I see you often. How come you never come here? Come here all the time, eh? I'm your Indian brother." ><