the coolest taxi driver

I have postponed updating on Nagano and the monkey park. First is the coolest taxi driver. This guy bought an English conversation book and asks me everytime he picks me up if I slept well, and if I had a Japanese or American breakfast. This is the same guy that hummed the Star Spangled Banner to me. Today he asked me what my favorite food was. I said pizza and I asked him what HIS favorite food was. He starts giggling and wouldn't stop. So I tried again. He ignores me. I don't think he retained anything in the book. I asked him in Japanese and didn't miss a minute and answers sushi. I know he heard me. This afternoon he picked me up (I am on a rotation of drivers and never have the same one), we sang the whole Star Spangled Banner, chatted about how the Japanese alphabet and normal alphabet differ. I taught him to slur the L M N O together like little kids. He caught on real quick, but we had to stop at P because it was difficult for him. I will keep practicing with him. Practice makes perfect. We speak in broken languages with my dictionary in hand. "menu tonight" I say rice, beef, carrots. We established that I was going to fry them up to fried rice. Also thanks, thank you, thank you very much. Good-bye and see you. Man what an English lesson for a short ride. Packed full of Britt goodness. Just like him, I forgot what I looked up in the dictionary.