Jessica Valk
Prof. Canow
Jan. 07, 2008
Prof. Canow
Jan. 07, 2008
Hot Tea, Green Waiter???
Once for a friend’s seventeenth birthday, in the evening we went to a
Japanese restaurant named Jun’s and met up with my friend and two other
people, who were both sixteen. We came in and were seated in the back of
the restaurant where you could sit on the floor in front of a low table, and
received our menus. We waited for a moment; decided we were going to
get green tea- a highly caffeinated beverage, when our waiter came up to
us. “Good evening ladies, would you like a pot of green tea tonight?” Our
eyes grew and simultaneously we said “Yes!!” Our waiter was gorgeous, he
was wearing a black silk kimono with a white obi- a white sash that is
wrapped around the waste, and light tan pants. He was muscular with a
Korean tan and had beautiful burning blue eyes. Once he left, my friends
and I started chattering like little birds on a Sunday morning. “Oh my god,
he’s hot!” “Yes, I know, we should get his number!” “No, no, we should
leave lip prints on our receipts.” We were in a fit of giggles and absolutely
hyper. When he returned with our tea, we ordered our food. About ten
minutes later we needed another pot of green tea, but instead we started
asking other questions such as “What is your name?” and “How old are
you?” His replies were “You can call me Akira, and I am 27.” A look of
disappointment and surprise flew across our faces as he gave us his age.
“He’s 27... Dang…” From that point on, most of the night was us
making dirty jokes and drinking more green tea. I don’t think green tea
and hot waiters are an appropriate mix, especially when your sixteen, it
makes you feel rather… “bad”.
