A few days ago, a colleague called me

"Ebata-san, why were you in "Nakamoto" yesterday?"

"I don't eat "Hokkyoku-ramen" everyday"

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- Now "Hokkyoku-ramen" is not a special ramen for me.

- I don't have to order a rice bowl as a chaser, and I can finish off the soup.

Though I thought the above, I felt actual pain at the five hundred meters from the last station on my commuting route.

I calculated the distances to both my house and the station, and I decided to go back to the station with wiggling my hips.

If I move my body badly, the catastrophe was going to happen.

After fierce battle for half an hour in the cold restroom like a refrigerator, I called my wife to pick me up to the station.

If I said "My condition is going to be bad because of "Hokkyoku-ramen"", my wife's parts of compassion become to disappear at all.

So I decided to told her

"The hard work has run me down" (It is a true story)

But when I get in the car, her first words were

"You don't say "Hokkyoku" do you?"

and, she pressed me for an answer, and made me confess all.

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The restroom was cold, though, the car was also too cold at that time.