Our Man had time off for good behaviour yesterday afternoon, and after inspecting the Abikan surface fleet, popped by his favourite coffee bean emporium. The place looks a little worse for wear and tear - despite being at the centre of the Earth - and the proprietor is, by standards of business etiquette, quite rude. Remarking to Our Man's missus about how cute our kids were one day, he told her "You must be their stepmother." Anyway, as Our Man battled his way out of the stiff manual sliding door, the master-san couldn't help himself: "My, you're looking pretty fat these days!"
Our Man had to agree that his Christmas paunch was looking highly unseasonable and wondered why he kept coming back to the place to be insulted. Because in the anodyne world of slick marketeers and two-faced money-grabbing politicians who will tell you anything to string you along (this is called the customer is always right) it was refreshing to hear the truth. No matter how unwelcome. And you thought Japanese were always polite.
Pic lifted from here.