Tonight after work Emily and I set out to go Shopping. We started out at the MITSUKOSHI department store. I have been told that this store has been around for over 300 years. Longer than the US has been around, they tell me and laugh. It almost seems that this little joke is a slight jab at the US. This is the 2nd time I have been in this department store, it is just down the street from the office. The first time I went I was taken there at lunch by the guy in Marketing. He wanted to show me where he goes for inspiration for ideas and meditation. He showed me this beautiful statue of a lady. I wish so bad that I could take a picture of it, but it just doesn't seem appropriate in such a nice store. The statue is several stories high and is a combination of a mythical goddess with western and oriental inspiration. (those are his words, not mine) The department store contains many expensive designers, which is fun to look at.
Emily and I browse the store, just looking at the expensive items. After we finished there, we took the subway to another part of the city. We are on the first train and I notice a sign that has a little bit of English on it. It is amazing how much things in English stands out to me. It is rather comforting to me when everything is so foreign. The English part read Women Only. I asked Emily what that sign said , she informed me that during certain times of the day and evening this car of the train is for Women only. Interesting I think to myself. After a few moments, she leans in closer to me and tells me that Japanese men sometimes like to touch woman and it is bad. I think to myself, I wish someone would try to cop a feel, they wouldn't know what hit them. We transfer trains, the 2nd train was packed, not squished in, but every hand rail and seat is occupied. As we are standing there, I hear a man sneeze. I happen to turn my head and over my shoulder, I see a man standing there holding a magazine that is covered in spit, I assumed this is the man that sneezed. I immediately thought of Gerald, because he always teases me when I sneeze that I spray him, no matter where he is in the room. After this instance, all I have to say is that my sneeze IS SO LADY LIKE.
We arrive at our final destination and it is crazy busy, I am amazed by all the people. The Lights, every where you turn, lights line the street. It is amazing, It is almost like every place is trying to out do the other person, it so many lights that it seems for something to stand out it would have to be the opposite. (wow that was a brilliant observation...lol) As we are walking along, there is a crowd listing to a rock band that is playing. People are standing outside restaurants holding menus, trying to entice the passer buyers to come in. People are constantly trying to hand you things as you walk past. Emily will either turn her head or just nod. I follow her lead. We go to department store called OIOI. The stores here don't have racks of clothes in different sizes, they display one size of each item only. Of course the sizes are small, I ask Emily what you do if you want to try something on, she says they will get it for you. Similiar to trying on shoes, I guess. We found stores that had items that are more in my price range in this area. I am excited, until I realize that nothing will fit me, unless all they sell in Tokyo is 3/4 length sleeves.
We stop someplace for dessert and a soft drink, which is not pop as we call it. It is Juice or tea. Our feet were killing us, we had been walking around in heels for 2 hours. We were happy for the rest, but dreaded having to get up to head back to the train. We grimace at every step. At every intersection, stairway, or entrance there is a yellow line, these lines contain raised circles or raised lines. Like a warning track or something, when your feet are in aching, such as mine were, the hurt to walk over. We are laughing at the pain as we walk back and try to hurry as gently as possible. As we are walking a guy comes up to Emily and starts talking to her in Japanese. She doesn't really acknowledge him but he keeps walking and talking with us. I can't figure out if he is hitting on her or if he is being vulgar, but I sense from her that she wants to get away. I grab her arm and keep pulling her away and think it might feel good to clock this man with the shoe that is killing my feet right now. He finally walks away and she is in shock and then starts laughing. I ask her what he said and she told me that he said to her in Japanese, that there is a service that is only in Japan where we can pay him 10,000 Yen ($100) yen to go to drinks with us. WE PAY HIM?!?!? How backwards is that.... This still makes me laugh. He assumed that because she is Chinese and I am obviously foreign that we might be interested I asked her if it was really drinks, or other services. She didn't know, I told her that she should of told him that if we had $100 to spend we would spend it on shoes, not him.
Emily and I browse the store, just looking at the expensive items. After we finished there, we took the subway to another part of the city. We are on the first train and I notice a sign that has a little bit of English on it. It is amazing how much things in English stands out to me. It is rather comforting to me when everything is so foreign. The English part read Women Only. I asked Emily what that sign said , she informed me that during certain times of the day and evening this car of the train is for Women only. Interesting I think to myself. After a few moments, she leans in closer to me and tells me that Japanese men sometimes like to touch woman and it is bad. I think to myself, I wish someone would try to cop a feel, they wouldn't know what hit them. We transfer trains, the 2nd train was packed, not squished in, but every hand rail and seat is occupied. As we are standing there, I hear a man sneeze. I happen to turn my head and over my shoulder, I see a man standing there holding a magazine that is covered in spit, I assumed this is the man that sneezed. I immediately thought of Gerald, because he always teases me when I sneeze that I spray him, no matter where he is in the room. After this instance, all I have to say is that my sneeze IS SO LADY LIKE.
We arrive at our final destination and it is crazy busy, I am amazed by all the people. The Lights, every where you turn, lights line the street. It is amazing, It is almost like every place is trying to out do the other person, it so many lights that it seems for something to stand out it would have to be the opposite. (wow that was a brilliant observation...lol) As we are walking along, there is a crowd listing to a rock band that is playing. People are standing outside restaurants holding menus, trying to entice the passer buyers to come in. People are constantly trying to hand you things as you walk past. Emily will either turn her head or just nod. I follow her lead. We go to department store called OIOI. The stores here don't have racks of clothes in different sizes, they display one size of each item only. Of course the sizes are small, I ask Emily what you do if you want to try something on, she says they will get it for you. Similiar to trying on shoes, I guess. We found stores that had items that are more in my price range in this area. I am excited, until I realize that nothing will fit me, unless all they sell in Tokyo is 3/4 length sleeves.
We stop someplace for dessert and a soft drink, which is not pop as we call it. It is Juice or tea. Our feet were killing us, we had been walking around in heels for 2 hours. We were happy for the rest, but dreaded having to get up to head back to the train. We grimace at every step. At every intersection, stairway, or entrance there is a yellow line, these lines contain raised circles or raised lines. Like a warning track or something, when your feet are in aching, such as mine were, the hurt to walk over. We are laughing at the pain as we walk back and try to hurry as gently as possible. As we are walking a guy comes up to Emily and starts talking to her in Japanese. She doesn't really acknowledge him but he keeps walking and talking with us. I can't figure out if he is hitting on her or if he is being vulgar, but I sense from her that she wants to get away. I grab her arm and keep pulling her away and think it might feel good to clock this man with the shoe that is killing my feet right now. He finally walks away and she is in shock and then starts laughing. I ask her what he said and she told me that he said to her in Japanese, that there is a service that is only in Japan where we can pay him 10,000 Yen ($100) yen to go to drinks with us. WE PAY HIM?!?!? How backwards is that.... This still makes me laugh. He assumed that because she is Chinese and I am obviously foreign that we might be interested I asked her if it was really drinks, or other services. She didn't know, I told her that she should of told him that if we had $100 to spend we would spend it on shoes, not him.
1 comment:
You should've sneeze at that guy!
BTW, I still think you should've got the Farm Shot... This guy was obviously a pig… What if he would’ve touched you?
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