Today, I came back home early being in bad condition. When I am in my room, my phone rang.

It was the "rude junior fellow" who gave me the comment of my column's appendix every month.

Now my column is constructed by the following two parts.

As the former, I make a column including a lot of boastful messages.

As the latter, the "rude junior fellow" make fun of the messages thoroughly.

This pattern becomes a sort of standard, beyond the reach of my intention,

like the television drama "Mito-Koumon".

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After talking to him, when I went down to the living room, my junior daughter asked me,

"About your work?"

"No. I was given some comment from the "rude coworker"

she showed her surprised face, and said

"Has the rude coworker existed? "

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Yes. I understand what she feels.

It might be hard to make a image of "the rude coworker" for anyone, however, he has existed absolutely.