Captain Creampuff and the Angry Letter To The Bank
Tuesday was just a typical day at the office.
First, I wrote a nice letter to the local bank and included it with my mail-in deposit.
My first impression was that the marketing team behind Beard Papa’s had decided that French pastries were synonymous with kindly sea captains. It made me wonder: are these pastries filled with creamed cod? Were they harvested from the sea floor? WHAT THE FUCK, JAPAN? WHO’S IN CHARGE OVER THERE?
Anywho, they were delicious. I got the standard vanilla kind (and green tea for my client). The woman who filled them right before my eyes was wearing a get-up not unlike the pour souls at Hot Dog On A Stick have to wear, but unlike the HDOS people, she looked incredibly proud to be wearing her yellow puff hat and yellow cravat. There was a bit of a language barrier, so I had to do a lot of pointing and smiling to get my stack of cream puffs in a cup. Also, she did a little mini-bow of gratitude at the end of our transaction. I bowed back. How culturally aware of me, right?
I had to find out what this place was all about, so I Googled Beard Papa when I got home. Weirder than buying French pastries from a Japanese woman dressed like an American hot dog vendor clown? The “Beard Papa Story”. Prepare to have your mind blown. Seriously, Japan. I will never understand you. Thanks for the cream puffs, though.