I can't believe every time I've been to a Japanese restaurant, they've been offering me a phone charger in the form of miso soup. I must have come across as a complete dunce.
"Did you offer them the complimentary phone charger?"
"Yeah, but, uh.."
"But what?"
"They...well, they drank it."
"They drank the battery fluid?!"
"Yeah. I mean it's technically non toxic. Said it tasted great."
"Hmm, customer is always right I guess. How are they doing with the nigiri? Were they able to grill it okay with the shichirin?"
"They definitely enjoyed it, but it also got a little weird. They called it a hibachi, remarked about its pleasant glow and heat, and then took the set of skewers I had given them, held them kind of like tweezers or tongs, grabbed the nigri with them and ate the whole thing raw."
"They ate it raw?!"
"Yep. Said it was the best sushi they've had, too."
"Alright, just give me a moment to think. We need to avoid shaming them, but one of them is bound to visit Japan at some point. I think I'm going to have to call the prime minister and get ahead of this."
"And what? Rewrite every history book and have every citizen change their habits?"
"How much did that slab of bluefin cost? How many pieces of sushi can it make? What does a piece of sushi sell for?"
[Sigh] "Alright, I'll get you in touch with her."