Nothing like rushing for an early morning train, and lighting up with some inspiring if nonsensical Japanese English. This guy’s t-shirt reads, “Fly higH. We look different. But we feel the same. We have a power.” Indeed, we do!
My friend Bryan captured this strange image in Shinjuku: it’s store closing, so two men in white gloves have their arms stretched wide as the gate lowers. Why? Are they afraid some desperate shopper will rush in? Or is it simply a performance?
Throughout Tokyo you can experience excessive service that borders on the nonsensical. Today I visited a big box store, and there were four uniformed men helping customers enter the parking lot. How can companies justify this excessive work force? And what could be a more boring job?