The husband and wife were about to enter a restaurant selling Japanese food when suddenly one of them heard his mobile phone ringing. "From work," he mouthed to her: "This won't take long." They proceeded to enter the restaurant, got seated, and were handed the menu, all while the husband's talking on the phone.
Five minutes later and the call didn't show any sign coming to a end, the wife called the waiter to place her order. Their order. She chose the strangest-sounding stuff from the menu for his hubby.
"Our apologies, but we ran out of shisamo," said the waiter. At that time the husband ended the call and flipped his phone shut. "Then we'll have karito," he said. And to his wife, after the waiter's out of hearing range: "And what on earth is a shisamo?"
"No idea," said the wife, "Why don't you google it?"
"From now on I will continue to order random things for you if call from work is taking too long."
And that's the story of how the husband almost ate the most terrified-slash-offended-looking fish, like you insult the fish' ancestor while threatening to cut it into seven pieces or something.
