Wa. Wa. Wa. Wa. Wa.

At the exit of the office cafeteria there are two folding tables that are, presumably, rented to vendors. One of the tables is always occupied by a women who sells small snacks and drinks, the other is often empty but sometimes used by various travel agents. One of the travel agents took to saying Konichiwa (good afternoon) to each person who passed by and soon the snack women picked up on this idea. After several weeks of crying Konichiwa it has been shortened to the point where only the ...Wa is audible. Now I sit through lunch listening to ...Wa. ...Wa. ...Wa. I'm hoping the vendors have a change of heart in the New Year and stop the ridiculousness. If they don't, well, I'm on vacation and wont have to listen to it for 10 days.