sushi boat all gone
We ate at a sushi boat. You know? A big circle bar with sushi plates on boats chained together? They make an endless circle and you take the plate you want. The color or design on the plate is the price you pay at the end. Sure, you could put all the plates in your pocket and walk out without paying anything, but that’s not the spirit.
“Where’s the master boat that pulls all the others?” I asked at the end of the night. All the sushi was gone and they wanted to go home.
“It’s just the current in the water,” the waitress told us.
“Oh. I wanted to talk to the master boat about trucking in some shrimp for him.”
She didn’t get it. I fucked up that Zen moment.