Sarah wasn’t happy with just one blog post. She wants me to write about her day out.
Sarah can’t use chopsticks. This doesn’t usually cause a problem as most restaurants are able to provide forks. Tonight I wanted to eat tonkatsu. When our meal arrived I realised that Sarah needed a fork and I asked for one. The waitress rushed away and about five minutes later came back with an apology.
They didn’t have any dinner forks. They only had dessert forks. I told her it was fine and she came back with the little fork and presented it to Sarah on a little plate. Sarah looked horrified and I must admit when I was told it would be a little fork I wasn’t expecting anything quite so small. I managed to stop Sarah from having a hissy fit by telling her that she looked very elegant using such a little fork.
The questions Sarah asked whilst I was writing those few sentences:
- How do you use that computer?
- What’s a Japanese keyboard?
- What’s that light that keeps flashing?
- What could it actually be?
- Is it a thing for planes or something?
- Do you get robes?
- Do you get dressing gowns?
- What was that noise?
- Was that a bird?
- What is that flipping light?
- Why is not happening now that I’m sitting here?