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Wrong number?
That was odd. I had just gotten to my office this morning when my cell phone rang. I thought it was probably Mitsuko, and wondered what I had forgotten. So I thumbed the button, and raised it to my ear, saying, "Moshi, moshi." (which is the Japanese "Hello?")
A somewhat irritated sounding male voice said, "I'm on the second floor . . ." and proceeded to explain something at length. I think it was who he was, what company he was with, what he wanted to do, and so forth, but he was going fast enough and using polite enough Japanese that I got lost.
When he paused finally, perhaps to breathe, I said, "Uh, excuse me. My name is Barker, and I'm at NAIST Business Innovation Center."
Momentary silence while he digested this. Then he carefully said, "Thank you very much" and hung up.
Looking at the caller ID, he was somewhere in Osaka. And I wonder if he ever met the person he thought he was calling? And what did they do on the second floor?
It's good to start your day with a puzzle, I guess.
A somewhat irritated sounding male voice said, "I'm on the second floor . . ." and proceeded to explain something at length. I think it was who he was, what company he was with, what he wanted to do, and so forth, but he was going fast enough and using polite enough Japanese that I got lost.
When he paused finally, perhaps to breathe, I said, "Uh, excuse me. My name is Barker, and I'm at NAIST Business Innovation Center."
Momentary silence while he digested this. Then he carefully said, "Thank you very much" and hung up.
Looking at the caller ID, he was somewhere in Osaka. And I wonder if he ever met the person he thought he was calling? And what did they do on the second floor?
It's good to start your day with a puzzle, I guess.