“Did you say his name was Sammy?” he says. No, I reply, the word is “Sumimasen.” “His name is Shamisen?” “No, Sumimasen!” and then the waitress walks over and pulls out her pad, “Yes?”

I order a beer, deflated.

Posted in Japan on Monday March 27, 2006.

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