The memory of fried chicken
I took the lesson with teacher R today.
He asked me something new.
I shared that I took lessons with teachers I and N a couple of days ago, then I went to the park and showed them cherry blossoms.
He asked me if cherry blossoms had bloomed in Japan, and I answered they had already bloomed.
He wondered if many people had hanami picnics or parties under the trees and permitted drinking alcohol in public places, and I told him many people did that, but I wasn't fond of crowded and noisy places, so I went calm place.
He asked me if it wasn't dangerous to walk alone at night, and I applied it was safe in my area because there were many pedestrians, even at night.
According to him, in the Philippines, so many claims happen every day; robbery, murder, and so on.
We talked about "Luffy," a Japanese criminal arrested in the Philippines.
In his opinion, Japan is a very safe country; if someone leaves a wallet or a smartphone somewhere, they return the owners.
I remembered the story in this regard; as a student, I worked at the fast food shop as a part-time worker; we sold fried chickens there.
On Christmas night, I bought them, took the train, put them on the shelf, fell asleep, and then took off at my station without fried chickens.
I told the station clerk I had left my fried chickens on the shelf on the train.
He explained that the train would return after arriving at the destination. If the chicken had left, the conductor would pick them up and returned to this station, so I waited an hour for the train and then received the chickens safely.
It was my memorable Christmas episode.
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