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After lunch at Ebisu, a neighborhood Japanese noodle restaurant, H.E. and I walked over to Ebisu, the Japanese grocery store. We bought a few things for dinner later, namely packaged sushi and sashimi, pickled daikon, fish cake, and the like. At the register, I heard the cashier do something I thought only Albertson’s cashiers do, where they’re always pointing out their specially featured item at the end of the counter—I thought I heard the Japanese cashier doing some upselling, asking…