Was it you who posted the great little story about the man who walked into an alley in Vietnam, sat down on a bench and ordered tea. After being served he asked "how much do I owe you?" and was met with the reply, "nothing. This isn't a tea shop. It's my home."
Yes, I told that story. The man is a Hong Kong Chinese who is married to a Japanese. I love that family. They live in Tokyo. Just last week, the wife emailed me a photo of their daughter. I had held her when she wasn't quite one year old.
Seeing a table, he sat down. After a while, a woman brought him a cup of tea, so he asked for a menu. That's when she said it wasn't a restaurant but her house.
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Was it you who posted the great little story about the man who walked into an alley in Vietnam, sat down on a bench and ordered tea. After being served he asked "how much do I owe you?" and was met with the reply, "nothing. This isn't a tea shop. It's my home."
Hi WayWay,
Yes, I told that story. The man is a Hong Kong Chinese who is married to a Japanese. I love that family. They live in Tokyo. Just last week, the wife emailed me a photo of their daughter. I had held her when she wasn't quite one year old.
Seeing a table, he sat down. After a while, a woman brought him a cup of tea, so he asked for a menu. That's when she said it wasn't a restaurant but her house.
Linh
Great story. America has no such hospitality that I've ever encountered.
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