What price a life?

Last Sunday I went drinking with a few ex-students of the the school.

We met up at Hachiko, a famous statue outside Shibuya Station at 6pm, and walked the short distance to the restaurant where we had the dinner booking.

The seating was of a sunken style. You sit at floor level with your feet in a hollow that the table projects out of. Because the table covers most of the hollow, one can't see under it so well.

When we sat down one of the students felt something soft with her foot. We looked under the table.

What a surprise - a dead rat!

After some jumping back accompanied by revulsion / laughter a waiter came and took it away.

There were too many of us to be seated at another table, and since the rat seemed to have no dead cousins under there we sat back down.

Got 5000 yen off the bill though.