Today at work, I approached a young couple and opened with my default greeting. “Welcome,” I said. “If you have any questions or if you need anything—“
“No,” said the man. “I don’t have any questions.” I smiled, nodded, and started to walk away.
“I do this for a living,” he said, turning to me. He was dressed in khaki cargo shorts, hiking boots, a safari hat, a dinosaur-print button down shirt, and a red handkerchief tied around his neck - a denim shirt away from a bad Dr. Alan Grant cosplay. He looked me up and down. “It’d be pretty weird if I had any questions for you.”
I kept my face as neutral as possible, and said calmly, “I hope I can reach a point where I too have nothing left to learn.”
As I walked away, the woman with him reached out and smooshed her hand over his face. “Don’t listen to him,” she said to me. “He’s twenty.”
It’s summer here at the arse end of the world where I live, and I couldn’t stop thinking about Kacchan and Deku taking beach games way too seriously.
Kacchan’s competitiveness fuels Deku’s, and they end up going full Haikyuu in what was supposed to be a friendly game of beach volleyball. The rest of their class were just trying to relax and have fun, dammit!