Like many of my coworkers, Sayuri-san speaks English well enough to carry on a conversation with either myself or Robin. But, like most everyone, she’s unnecessarily apologetic for her “lack” of ability. To be honest, I’m the one who feels like a dork; I know much more Japanese than the average American, yet I’ve never studied the language seriously enough to feel comfortable conversing in it while I’m here. Sayuri-san shouldn’t apologize for her poor English. Rather, I should be apologizing for my poor Japanese!
Of course, even when I do speak in Japanese, I’m often met with blank stares (or startled looks). And I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve started speaking to someone in Japanese, only to receive an English response. The role reversal is really bizarre at times.

