Beer at the Soba Shop
			Beer at the Soba Shop
			
			by Haruki Murakami
			Translated by Christopher Allison
			
			
			The thing that bothered me the most when I moved from the city 
			center to the suburbs in the summer of 1981 was that there wasn't 
			anybody hanging around during the day. The majority of the 
			population being white-collar, they left early in the morning and 
			returned in the evening. Since I make it a rule only to work 
			mornings and nights, I hang out in the neighborhood in the 
			afternoon. It's the strangest feeling. The neighbors all look at me 
			suspiciously, so I start to feel like I've actually done something 
			wrong.
			
			It seems like most of the people in town assume I'm a college 
			student.When I was out for a walk recently, this old woman called 
			out to me "Hey, are you looking for a room,"; taxi drivers say 
			things like "Studying must be really tough, huh?"; and the clerk at 
			the record-rental place asked me to "Please show your student I.D."
			
			Granted, I live in jeans and tennis shoes all year round, but I'm 33 
			years old, and I don't think I look like a college student. But I 
			suppose, to the people in town, anyone wandering around in the 
			daytime looks like a college student.
			
			I didn't have this problem at all when I lived in the city. I was 
			always meeting people out for walks in the afternoon on Aoyamy-dori, 
			just like me. In particular, I often ran into the illustrator 
			Mizumaru Anzai (whose
			work accompanies all of the essays in this book--Chris.)
			
			"Anzai-san. What's up?"
			
			"Um, errr, I mean, you know, kinda..."
			
			And there were other similar instances. People in the area could 
			never tell whether Anzai was really totally unoccupied, or whether 
			he was actually very busy but didn't show it.
			
			Anyway, for whatever unknown reasons, there are plenty of people 
			wandering around in the daytime downtown. I don't know whether this 
			is a good thing or a bad thing, but fun is fun. When it got to be 
			lunch time and I went into a soba shop and ordered a beer, they 
			didn't make a strange face, and were always obliging. Beer drunk at 
			a soba shop is always really delicious, after all.