The road repair work in front of an elementary school was finished. The workers going back looked like they have a sense of accomplishment. They went through their work by rewriting on the road yellow "SCHOOL" as before.
"Hey," 6-year-old Kensaku pointed at the new road marking when he left school. "I can spell the word correctly." His mother was opening and shutting her large eyes. It said "SCHOUL" no matter how many times she looked at it.
"I wish children will be able to spell such words correctly before graduation."
"It is good for the workers to return here and take a supplementary lesson."
There was much to be said on the parents' side even though their words were not respectable. Similar spelling mistakes had occurred frequently on road marking and therefore they could not stop expressing the frustration.
"I am to blame for it," said Tadashi. "But it is 'SCHOUL' in my country."
"Then, it was no mistake."
"Things are quite different from here. Chuck Norris is an active hero anyway."
"He strangles an enemy with a cordless phone."
Tadashi returned a smile to Sakiko's drollery and has begun to talk about his hometown.
The bakery had suffered burglar damage almost every week. As a last resort, they put up a poster of life-size Chuck Norris taking a fighting pose. There was a notice reading: “Chuck Norris guards this store."
Of course it was a joke. But surprisingly, the effect was magical. A burglar stopped coming near at all. The fans instead often went into the store to ask for Chuck's autograph.
Red is good, too. Sakiko pictured distinctly in her mind the characters "SCHOUL" on the streets. It was impressive. "SCHOOL" looked rather stupid. Bitter iron was oozing to blend with the grayish white sky through bare rufous steel frames sticking out from broken concrete. The gray town lent charm to the paint.
"Yes, it is gloomy." Tadashi however liked lacing-up shoes and ranch coat the climate suits.
最終更新：2014年02月09日 12:07
