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"Stories related to hats and foreigners."

Yesterday, I had to work late at the office.

Physically, there wasn't enough time, so I had to work until late.

I wanted to take today off...

Today, I'm planning to switch out my hats.

I’ll be exchanging spring/summer ones with fall/winter ones.

This is my version of changing wardrobes.

I’ve loved hats for decades.

Through hats, I became friends with a German lady.

I think I've written about it in this blog before.

(If not, please forgive me because of my age!)

When I was looking for a present for a friend going to the Netherlands at M Department Store in Ginza,

A foreigner approached me with a smile.

Somehow, I probably greeted her with a smile as well.

"I think your hat is very lovely," she might have said.

I ended up meeting her daughter who lives in Tokyo.

Her daughter was a director at S-Brand.

That’s the story.

I seem to be seen as a relaxing senior wandering around the city center, and I often get approached by various foreigners.

(Not in a flirtatious way like with younger people, but more like they’re in trouble and need help.)

When this happens three days in a row, I start to think it’s strange,

but I don’t worry too much about it.

(Becoming fearless as I grow older is a joy.)

Reluctantly, I ended up riding the Hibiya Line with a handsome young Cambodian man.

He was planning to go to the Tohoku area but seemed to have gotten lost.

I went with him to Ueno Station on the Hibiya Line.

He only had a ticket to Omiya Station.

Quickly, I left him with a station staff member at Ueno Station.

I left Ueno, asking the staff to take care of the rest.

I was late to the meeting time. I explained the situation and apologized to my friends.

People come to me, so it can't be helped, they said.

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