The Job of an Iron

I am leaving Tokyo in a couple of hours and heading to Furukawa, by way of Sendai.

I asked for an iron, and they said that when I arrived I could either have an iron or a wife.

The iron would be your standard sort, and the wife would be from Korea.

No Japanese? Then forget it, I'll take the iron, I said.

It got cold today. I miss everybody, some more than others, but I don't want to come back. So I'm good, I guess.