Cpt. Awkward is no gentleman, he's Japanese

It seems like quite a few blogs out there featuring different personalities each get a special character that becomes a bit of a fan-favorite. Over at Corinne's, people couldn't care less about her little kid or surfer husband, we just hang around hoping for another story on her fantastic sister-in-law, over at Chris place, who cares about all the kids, teaching and stuff, we just come around for the cat Ikura! And it seems like my readers here can't get enough of Cpt. Awkward, so I thought I should entertain you with another Cpt. Awkward story to reward you for hanging around.

The other day, Cpt. Awkward had one of his frequent meeting with one of his peons; a younger girl that is kinda quiet, small and a bit mousy, albeit nice and friendly enough. Their meetings usually include tons of binders, printed out documents, books and computers. Not sure why, but they're big fans of printing things out, perhaps because Cpt. Awkward hasn't really caught up with electronic documentation and being ecological friendly. The times I have meetings with them, they usually hand over tons of print-outs to me which are the exact same files that they mailed over a few hours earlier.

The other day, I saw Cpt. Awkward coming stumbling out of a meeting (he has this awkward way of walking sometimes where it looks like he's about to fall over for every step he takes and his arms are made of jelly and just flaps around) with the peon and goes over to his desk. A few minutes later, the mousy peon comes out of the meeting, carrying binders in her arms that stacks up so high that her eyes are barely visible. She puts them down on the desk and start putting them back in order, visibly exhausted.

As I'm passing by on my way back from the coffee machine, I ask Cpt. Awkward half-jokingly "Hey, c'mon Cpt. Awkward-san, shouldn't you at least help out carrying some of the heavy stuff, you're not much of a gentleman, are you?". The peon gives him a sad stare as she overhears and looks like she's making a terrible effort of making him feel bad. Cpt. Awkward is silent for a few awkward seconds, looks back and forth between peon and me, opens his mouth and closes it a few times and finally says "But I'm Japanese!". I laugh to signal that I was joking with him and walk away before the situation gets more awkward.

But there you have it, Cpt. Awkward is not a gentleman, he's Japanese!