The
following is at the request of a friend. This has not been the first request of
its kind here on the equator; but the first acted upon.
Three men in a car driven by the chauffeur. Three Japanese executives. Second in charge is the chauffeur's particular boss, seated in back beside Number One. In front is a newly arrived executive from Japan, never seen before by the chauffeur.
The car a two or three year old Toyota, as far as the particular can be recalled ten or more years later. Tootling along in the usual fashion. After some short distance however the car overheats. Jaf'aar the chauffeur pulls over, looks under the bonnet to find water dripping from a hose it looked like. That's it, done for. There can be no more travelling in that car. News conveyed by the chauffeur Jaf'aar to Number 2; One and the new guy listening, comprehending or otherwise.
The main action now: At this development the new man, just arrived from Japan, begins without further ado to shout at no-one else but the chauffer. BLAHBLAHBLAH and more BLAH directly at the chauffeur; all in unintelligible Japanese. Full force howling and screeching. All the man’s might involved.
Jaf'ar stood and looked at his antagonist without reply. The Boss said nothing; the Head the same. Out of respect for the new man it might have been. (Whether the new was senior of the other pair was unknown; unlikely thought Jaf'aar.)
BLAH BLAH BLAH extended more than a little; and suddenly done. Stopped; satisfied the man must have been. There came no more. The party caught a taxi, chauffeur awaiting help; and that was the end of the episode.
Jaf'aar was employed as a chauffeur, a professional driver. Six years he had worked for the Japanese man; a number of others before him too without a whisper of complaint, much less a fit of deranged screaming in an incomprehensible language.
Part of the chauffeur's duties was to check and monitor water and oil. Done in this case as in all others. This was a perished radiator hose or faulty clip perhaps. The workshop would soon sort it out. Nothing to do with the driver. Even a new car could present problems. Of course.
No-one had ever spoken with this kind of rage and venom to Jaf'aar in all his born days. To this day Jaf'aar has no idea what the man said. The boss never explained and Jaf'aar thought best not to enquire.
Mika Jiro the explosive loudmouth's name; well-remembered all these years.
What Jaf'aar requests is that the incident be recorded and a question asked of the culprit. Three men in a car driven by the chauffeur. Three Japanese executives. Second in charge is the chauffeur's particular boss, seated in back beside Number One. In front is a newly arrived executive from Japan, never seen before by the chauffeur.
The car a two or three year old Toyota, as far as the particular can be recalled ten or more years later. Tootling along in the usual fashion. After some short distance however the car overheats. Jaf'aar the chauffeur pulls over, looks under the bonnet to find water dripping from a hose it looked like. That's it, done for. There can be no more travelling in that car. News conveyed by the chauffeur Jaf'aar to Number 2; One and the new guy listening, comprehending or otherwise.
The main action now: At this development the new man, just arrived from Japan, begins without further ado to shout at no-one else but the chauffer. BLAHBLAHBLAH and more BLAH directly at the chauffeur; all in unintelligible Japanese. Full force howling and screeching. All the man’s might involved.
Jaf'ar stood and looked at his antagonist without reply. The Boss said nothing; the Head the same. Out of respect for the new man it might have been. (Whether the new was senior of the other pair was unknown; unlikely thought Jaf'aar.)
BLAH BLAH BLAH extended more than a little; and suddenly done. Stopped; satisfied the man must have been. There came no more. The party caught a taxi, chauffeur awaiting help; and that was the end of the episode.
Jaf'aar was employed as a chauffeur, a professional driver. Six years he had worked for the Japanese man; a number of others before him too without a whisper of complaint, much less a fit of deranged screaming in an incomprehensible language.
Part of the chauffeur's duties was to check and monitor water and oil. Done in this case as in all others. This was a perished radiator hose or faulty clip perhaps. The workshop would soon sort it out. Nothing to do with the driver. Even a new car could present problems. Of course.
No-one had ever spoken with this kind of rage and venom to Jaf'aar in all his born days. To this day Jaf'aar has no idea what the man said. The boss never explained and Jaf'aar thought best not to enquire.
Mika Jiro the explosive loudmouth's name; well-remembered all these years.
— Is this what your years of
university have taught you sir? To behave in such a manner. Did your parents
teach you this kind of behaviour?
Jaf'aar wanted the incident and these questions recorded. Bruited into the void. Some satisfaction presented by that it seemed. A plea made to a busy author.
Jaf'aar wanted the incident and these questions recorded. Bruited into the void. Some satisfaction presented by that it seemed. A plea made to a busy author.
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