I’m standing at the checkout counter of my local Family Mart when the young woman working the cash register asks if I have a T-Point card.
“I do, indeed,” I tell her.
I pull out an inch-thick stack of loyalty cards from my wallet and start rifling through them.
Nope, nope, nope . . . Not this one . . . Ah, here it is. Oops — wrong konbini (convenience store). Got it.