So a few days back, before I left work I was hanging out in P’s office… And managed to pull out 3 mandarins from my bag…. One after another. Peeled them and we ate them.
I then said my bag’s like doraemon’s belly (pocket) - neverending food/utilities etc. Actually more food than anything else. P replied in horror saying 1) it’s not meant to be pronounced do-rae-mon, but dora-e-mon; 2) he pulls things out of his head and not his belly, and what sort doraemon have I been watching..????
I didn’t argue coz I thought maybe, just maybe I was really wrong, and that my childhood was a lie.
Anayay the next day I gave him a peeled orange in the morning, and did a little doraemon research… Which resulted in the series of office emails…
Outrageous, lol.


