
come in, come in welcome to We Pari Mart. try not to cry on the goods or we can’t sell them, legally. not just a part-timer but an all nighter too wish somebody would rob this place or something. but in Japan, guns are basically a no-go. not just a part-timer but an all nighter too wish a wormhole would open while I’m stocking shelves, to some other world where I look exactly like their princess, and I’d just get whisked away there. anywhere but here i wanna be... anywhere but here if I could be… anywhere but here I think I’d like to be anywhere but here. at the Beatles bar next door, the bartender’s blasting (Ado's song) “Usseewa” at MAX volume. trying to drive all the old dudes out. One by one, they wander in, stand around reading niche magazines and dirty manga. don’t buy a thing, ADIOS BABY. oh, Jenny! I just sold a whole bottle of Calpis! amazing! VICTORY, YEAH! oh. he returned it without even opening it. Boooo! not just a part-timer but an all nighter too some hot ex-Johnny’s guy, coming back from a sold-out show, stops in for cigarettes I tell him, “that’s bad for your image,” and scold him a little, then he goes, “thanks,” and gives me a wink… or something. “it’s Maa-kun (nickname for Masaki Aiba), right?” “huh? how’d you know?” “obviously!?” “nooo, embawassing~” “THAT’S what’s embarrassing!” one Thursday a month, half past 12 at the local cineplex, it’s the usual big movie preview apparently getting tickets is some special club-member privilege so the whole mob comes flooding in I don’t even wanna hear it, but they’re going on about twists talking loud as hell, blah blah blah, spoilers. seriously the worst. so I jam my earplugs all the way in pretend I can’t hear them and completely ignore everybody. not just a part-timer but an all nighter too this guy I dated after high school comes wandering in the one who said I looked like WanWan (nickname for Nina Hillman) with his new girlfriend, who’s like twenty percent less cute than me and I just want him to avoid eye contact the entire time they’re shopping WAN!WAN! not just a part-timer but an all nighter too on my birthday night, my parents suddenly show up at the store with that corn you could only get back home when I was a kid a whole basketful, brought all this way just for me don’t cry… your shift will be over soon don’t cry… you can always raid the frozen foods don’t cry… that dude with the sick bike you got his digits, so let’s plan a date for your next day off maybe we can go to the fun park or picnic in the sun the sun… i remember something called the sun. not just a part-timer but an all nighter too not just a part-timer but an all nighter too not just a part-timer but an all nighter too at last, our shift is over.