d2r wrote:I've had the Yamazaki before and it's actually really good.
There is a quiet room in the otherwise bustling bullpen where I work. In that room, two men, sometimes three, carry out the work of the Company which none of the rest of us want to touch. It is the nature of their job—nay, their vocation—that it provokes an occasional sense of crisis while requiring that everyone remain calm and measured.
In that room is a row of closeted shelves, cupboards. It looks like a bank of featureless office-furniture styled cabinet doors, each a foot wide and a foot high, almost like lockers. When you open any of them, you will see that they really come in pairs. Behind each pair of doors is a space, a bit more than two feet wide and slightly more than a foot high. In one of those spaces, unmarked and yet out of the way of most work, strange bottles are kept. One of those is the Yamazaki of legend. Our current supply is near depletion. I must get more.
I turn from the cupboard door I have just shut. The man they call Kenji looks at me. I call him Michael. I look back at him. I know that in another of those cupboards, he stores his karate gi, and in another he stores a surplice for Mass. He reads the look on my face instantly, and clicks on his touchscreen. Soon, soon. Soon there will be a delivery, and we will be resupplied. Calmness will return. In the meantime, we have just enough to prevent breakdown.
In yet another cupboard, we keep the tools of our trade. Those will have to wait, for now.