The worst travelling companion
Sep 08, 2010
This - on the back of my national OCD observation - is, so I am told, fracturing a romantic vision.
I am apparently the worst travelling companion. The comment came yesterday when our hot water was delivered to our room by comic-book-smile-guy. In traditional Japanese honourable fashion, when Beth slid open the screen following the barely audible knock, she found him on his knees, head bowed to the ground, proffering up the full thermos like some sacrificial offering. After he had gone I said something off-hand about fastidious manners and joked "for God's sake man, have some self respect and stand up."