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One of those "Only in Japan" moments
Apparently sometime in the late evening, somebody puked all over the electric cord for our GEOS sign outside.
This is not a particularly improbable event, given that we're in the basement of a building with a karaoke parlor, several izakayas, and a pachinko parlor next door.
The funniest part was coming outside after work and discovering this fact. There's this big pile of puke, and right next to it some girl is standing and smoking and emailing someone on her cellphone. She's using our ashtray that I had to move outside a month ago when it had spontaneously turned into one gigantic cigarette butt. And apparently the fact that she's standing next to a gigantic pile of vomit doesn't faze her at all, although seeing an American walk by her makes her flinch a little.
It's weird, this country is supposedly so clean and polite and all, but it's completely normal and acceptable to puke and/or urinate wherever you want to, I swear. Well, maybe not if you're a girl. Then it's just the puking part.
This is not a particularly improbable event, given that we're in the basement of a building with a karaoke parlor, several izakayas, and a pachinko parlor next door.
The funniest part was coming outside after work and discovering this fact. There's this big pile of puke, and right next to it some girl is standing and smoking and emailing someone on her cellphone. She's using our ashtray that I had to move outside a month ago when it had spontaneously turned into one gigantic cigarette butt. And apparently the fact that she's standing next to a gigantic pile of vomit doesn't faze her at all, although seeing an American walk by her makes her flinch a little.
It's weird, this country is supposedly so clean and polite and all, but it's completely normal and acceptable to puke and/or urinate wherever you want to, I swear. Well, maybe not if you're a girl. Then it's just the puking part.
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Besides, in 2002 I was sent to the Philippines, and looked into the face of Satan. After a year and a half of that, there is nothing -- nothing -- that Japan could ever throw at me that would faze me, ever again.*
* Okay, except for maybe the new immigration fingerprinting bullshit.