…for world peace
Today I convinced several Japanese people that Canada can be properly referred to as Little America. A Taiwanese guy in the room snorted; I was gracious enough to ignore this and refrain from making a crack about “Little China.”
In other news, I may have met the worst candidate ever to work in Japan: He hates rice. He hates fish. He hates noodles. He explained that he had just been transferred to the Japan account from Switzerland, where food is apparently “awesome” and there are no communal baths “which are obviously for gays.” Bummer, dude.
Personally, I prefer “America Junior”. As for Swiss food, it’s good, but no better than any other give place in the world. Maybe the dude just really likes chocolate and fondue or something.
This guy wuold have LOVED the dorm bathing facilities, eh? Wash your senpai’s back, beeyaatch!