The Rat in the Sushi Shop
Language: en
This time, the dusty grey rat on the conveyor belt once again invaded my vision. It was scampering excitedly along the rotating sushi track. I didn’t scream on the spot like in my previous life, nor did I whip out my phone to take photos, or immediately dial the food safety complaint hotline. I simply calmly averted my gaze, reaching out to tuck my daughter Stephanie’s jacket more snugly around her. I asked her softly, “Stephanie, the pizza place next door has your favorite durian pizza. Should we go get some?” After all, in my previous life, seeing this rat was precisely why I complained…