Benjamin Frankenstein
“I am not a baseball fan and you are not my father” - Hosaka-kun, 1st year. Some kids were playing cards before class started so I stood by and watched. I had no idea what they were playing so I commented on the cards themselves. I’m still hoping to catch them playing cards using a deck of nude 80’s models picked up at some Japanese version of Spencer’s or Dooh Dah’s, but they were playing with american money cards. Thought I’d ask who was on the hundred since we like singing about the Benjamins in America. I was informed it was Frankenstein. Huh? Who? I told the girl, “No, that’s Benjamin Franklin.” “Oh! Yes, Benyameen Flawnkenstein!”
So lunch today. I finally got the mini fish dish I’ve heard so much about. Today’s rice was topped with those baby fish things. I tried to be a sport and eat it but I felt like Wimpy from Popeye who can never seem to make that plate of burgers go away. I just kept on eating it, but the fish wouldn’t go away. In fact, I think the fish were multiplying faster than I could eat them. I really need to learn the kanji for this dish so I can pack my lunch next time.
