Say No to Forks

I have been eating with a fork my entire life. Nearly every meal – breakfast, lunch and dinner – has required the use of some western eating utensil, be it fork, knife, spoon or whatever. So, how is it that I come to a country where forks are rarely, if ever, used, and the one time I eat with one I bite down on it so hard that I chip my tooth? I find this totally baffling. I mean what are the odds? One would assume that if I were going to chip my tooth on a fork, it would be at home, where I use a fork everyday. But, no! I have to fly all the way to Japan and gorge myself on curry, pork and rice in order for this damage to occur. And though, it’s not a noticeable flaw, I’m afraid my Dad will cringe when he reads this, knowing that if I was going to ruin my teeth anyway, he could have saved on those years of orthodontics and bought a like a private jet or something instead.