‘Is this brand no good?’ he said, checking the can. The coffee in question was unsweetened and it definitely wasn’t a make that I liked enough to buy, but I began to feel sorry for poor old Mr Kazetani, and in the end I took the can. I got the sense that he wasn’t a bad sort, all told. Although I was also aware that in a workplace context, people could become bad sorts as and when the situation required, so maybe it was more accurate to say he wasn’t always a bad sort.
