"What's happening now?"
"I haven't been there lately either."
The topic with Senior Tsuchiya was settled on the way to the destination. The aim is an example curry shop where the roommate changes at a pace several times a month. What kind of sign does that shop have now?
It's been about two weeks since I last went to the Curry Shop for Troubled People. It's a period of time when, in common sense, the name of the store can't even change, but it would be more natural for that store to be changing.
"Next in" For the Troubled, "so is that a relationship?"
"I don't know. Green Curry - Normal Curry - Couple Exclusive Curry - I did the curry for the troubled, and there's no such thing as an Amma Flow"
"Isn't it reasonable to be the next person to worry about a couple?
"Say what you have no dreams of."
"Okay."
Today's purpose was the last actuarial. Three curry melon breads, about five hundred yen including tax. Instead of giving it back in cash, I decided to do the same with thanks for the dry seniors.
Fortunately, my nostrils are warm. You won't have to worry about the money.
"Hey, I knew you'd be luxurious to a woman junior."
"Times have changed. Modernity has nothing to do with age or gender."
"Is he only to be eliminated if he can adapt..."
"That's right. Some money arrived from dry seniors today, and thoughtfully enjoy it for five or ten servings."
The words of dry seniors who said they would give sales were not lies. The other day, I sent a breakdown of my stuffed animal sales.
Leaving aside most of the money I paid if I traced it back, my wallet is thick in a long time thanks to it. Senior Tsuchiya should have no problem challenging human limits.
"Eat. I don't know if it's going to be a special curry shop or something."
Extra curry. If I can eat it, I can leave it for free and it's 5,000 yen or something. When it comes to that forehead, that might hurt a little.
That's what they said, and the disturbing word turned my head.
"Oil King..."
"Oil King?
"It hasn't become a store for the oil king or anything, has it?
I can't say enough that there would never be one in that store. If the golden curry is said to be 100,000 yen or something, I will just be in trouble with my life.
"That's when I'll take care of the payment."
"Senior"
"Whoa?"
"I'm a woman and a junior."
"This is a time of freedom (Freedom) where age and gender don't matter. I'm a man who can adapt to times."
"Old-fashioned thinking is also important. I don't think it's a good idea."
"What I said earlier was different."
"Let's forget about the past"
"Don't you take care of the past?"
"It's important now."
"Then equality after all..."
"So the past now, is that it?
"Murasaki"
"Yes."
"Don't you want to talk about this?
"I'll stop."
"Seriously, if you become Curry the Oil King, let's go to the ramen shop over there"
"I'm coming."
I'm starting to not know what I'm talking about myself, but fortunately the store is almost there. I should have just turned that corner. I wonder what awaits my third visit.
"I think I'm a 'curry shop for sunny people too'"
"Yikes, that store can't be a glimmer. I dare you to run to a story and do" The Magnificent Curry Shop "or something."
"Senior"
"Ooh."
"Are you sure that you put on 'gorgeous' and 'curry' now?
"Stop commenting."
"Okay."
Walking next to such a senior, he looks up into the sky. Why does the sky look bluer and prettier than usual when nature and your face turn up?
I'm kind of an indoorsman, though. It's much better this way than looking at the ceiling of the room in a bluff. Let's not forget to thank those who gave me the blue sky for being able to walk upwards in this way. I'm sure it's irreplaceable to me.
"Look, I'm on... here...?
"Ugh."
I hit him from the chin on the senior's back because he was looking up. And if the height difference is 32 centimeters, I will be bounced back unilaterally.
After all, let's make safety more important than gratitude. I changed my mind as I took two steps back, too, where my legs stopped.
"... Is this, is it open?
That was too dark to say it was open.
Cold.
Wet.
Heavy.
And it was an idle bird.
"Murasaki, can you read the sign?
"Is that a sign?
"Look, that. Too masterful to read."
"... you can't read"
The sign above the entrance, usually lined with ordinary fonts, also becomes something that is written with black ink that is noodles. I wonder what the hell happened. What the hell kind of curry store is that? Would I know if I could read that?
In this day and age when foreign languages can be translated by camera, is there any app that decrypts masterpieces? That's what I came up with, and I heard a voice from behind me when I took out my smartphone.
"That's Sanskrit."
"Aah!?
"If Murasaki doesn't hear you all the time, he'll speak up."
"I haven't put it out in about a decade, either. You still had it in stock, that voice."
"Sold out now?
"Probably."
"Sorry to surprise you......"
Behind me was the clerk's sister I also met the last time I came. The permed bright brown hair remains intact and the apron has changed from a red check to a quiet pattern.
"So, you said Sanskrit? Did you speak Indian?
"That's the Sanskrit letter used before the current Indian word, Hindi!
"Sanskrit...... What does that sign say in Sanskrit?"
"Yes! 'Curry Shop for People in the Trail of Life'!
"Why...?
"Why...?
In customer service, it's important to say clearly with a refreshing voice.
But the content is not refreshing. I've been told my sensibilities are changing, but it's probably not refreshing to be objective. I had a crush on Mr. Tsuchiya and I'm pretty sure, I think.
"Um, what happened to the previous Curry Shop for Troubled People?
"The manager says this affliction is not that raw and warm."
"Are you the manager of the store who gets stuck in the trail..."
"Trail..."
It is only at my convenience to know.
I expected it to be 'Curry Shop for the Sunny' or something because I came when I was worried and resolved and came back.
I didn't know it was sinking further into depth.
"... just get in"
"Okay."
"That's two people! I'll show you!
Sensing a gap with the brightness of the clerk, Tsuchiya Senior and I step into the dark store.
That was exactly the challenge to the unknown (lunchtime).