Years ago, back when I was working for SANYO, my dad was working with a company that sent him to Japan.
During my next visit with him, he related a story about how, since he doesn’t do chopsticks, he took a fork from the plane and carried it with him, using it in restaurants throughout the trip. (You can see where I get my resourcefulness!)
“Oh my G-d, Dad! It was you!”
His eyebrow raised.
“Some of the executives just got back from Japan. All week they have been telling stories about this really tall American who brought his own fork into a restaurant.”
“No. Sounded good though, right?”
There was much laughter after it sank in that I really was joking.
I am not one to think that quickly on my feet, so I am still so incredibly proud of myself for not only thinking of it, but for pulling it off in such a convincing manner.
I was telling my sister Rebecca (Happy early birthday!) about this post, and she agreed that bringing the fork was a really smart move. As it turns out, last summer she was up in the Bay Area doing some sciency stuff with “soils,” and a group went out to eat at an Asian restaurant. There was a collective razzing of the the guy who asked the waitress for a fork. Rebecca silently reached into her backpack, pulled out a fork, and ate un-harassed.
See, Dad, we do listen!
Do you ask for a fork in a restaurant? or Are you quick on your feet with witty retorts? or Do you normally think of the perfect response days later (like me)?