It had been a long hard day. I walked into Matsuya, a Japanese fast-food place specializing in bowls of rice with beef on top.
But there were no beefbowls on the menu. And they were out of the two other things I tried to order. It seemed quite busy, yet not much seemed to be getting done.
Not too happy, I was headed out the door when one of the curiously idle workers hailed me from behind the counter.
He was quite friendly and we spoke a few minutes. Then another worker, further in back, suddenly burst into a martial arts form. It was a xing yi quan form unknown to me but performed quite well.
Enough of that! I stripped off my jacket, ready to show one of my forms. It was not a challenge, just a hope for mutual exchange. I don’t even think he saw me. He finished his form and took off out the door.
Several other workers joined him in sprinting quite a long ways, apparently part of their daily afternoon workout.
I started running, too, hoping to join them.
Then my alarm went off.
Maybe it was the late night tortilla chips and beer???
1 comment:
Blame it on the natto.
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