Celebrity class...

She did have an interesting profile. He was trying so hard to impress her. He obviously had brought her to this place, he was the one making all the special comments about his incredibly deep knowledge of Japan. He was supposedly really good in sounding like a Japanese person speaking English. When in Japan, he was asked by one of his Japanese friends to speak to an American friend of his friend over the phone. He had chosen to pretend to speak his special American-Japanese English. The person on the other end of the phone did not want to believe he was American, so he claimed proudly. I did not want to believe I was seeing this man say such dumb things to this woman, whom he clearly was trying to impress.
He continued with observations like the following: "when the Japanese say "Hi", they not always mean 'yes', they sometimes just mean "yes I hear you, but I am not agreeing with you..." (yes?... I was not aware this was a country specific behaviour... well, for him it appeared to be this way at least...)
I felt a little sorry for her. She was maybe 36, he was probably 45. She somehow hinted that she was an actress, the topics somehow revolved around the business. She spoke about this really great "script doctor", she knew. He would always be called in to heal scripts, add those brilliant lines. "How do you like them apples." he interrupted her with an example of a well doctored line. He laughed...
I really felt a little sorry for her, at least till the moment when she pulled out a Chase Manhattan Bank cheque, to show him that she got paid less and less the more often they have "Law and Order" reruns... oh, so she was indeed an actress, one that might have played some role in a television show?... They began talking about various accents. Well, he tried to speak with a South African accent.
I had my own little conversations with the waiter. He told me about "that business friend" (I am still not sure whom he meant, to be quite honest, since he was extremely discreet about any details of "my friends" companions), whom I had brought for lunch a few days ago. Apparently he showed up twice since, and ordered whatever I happened to order (yes, in my absence). I did not quite want to believe it. "Yes, he asked me to have whatever you had last time you were here, Witold san." This felt a bit bizzarre.
As I was leaving, the entire staff of the restaurant came out to say good bye. I really like going there, I like to not even have to place an order anymore, they somehow know what I should eat on any given day. It really is good...
As I was leaving, I caught the glimpse of a stare coming from the table with the actress and the guy who had been working so intensively to impress her... They were trying so hard to put me into one of their little boxes filled with names movie scenes and television snippets... they had this look on their faces as if they both had seen me before... they wanted me to just do something, anything that would allow them to place me into some compartment containing those they knew and respected. They had to know me, how else could anybody explain such commotion upon my leaving the restaurant?...
I just smiled...
yes?... hi?