The Reluctant Visitor


This is not a socially acceptable topic but let’s face it, I’m not diplomatic in my musings anyway.

I’m trapped. Not in any existential or philosophical way. I’m mean I’m literally trapped. On my toilet… I think it was the cheese I ate yesterday.

I’ve been prairie dogging it for 30 minutes. Nothing. Nada. Just me… this dark room… and no joy. Things are going nowhere, and it seems like I’ve been here forever.

You been here too. I know you have. And I know you know what I mean.

The calisthenics involved….. The rocking….Back and forth and back and forth as you begin to doubt your courage and willpower to make it happen.

Halfway through, you end up tearing your clothes off because it’s too damn hot, then two minutes later sweat breaks out on your body and you’re freezing.

And basically you’re just stuck there until something happens. Stuck with this reluctant visitor who refuses to jump into the pool, sticking only one toe in instead.

You tell yourself things like, don’t push the guest. He’ll jump in when he’s ready. But in the interest of time, you give it a go. You press the visitor to get on with it, weird sounds coming from the back of your throat and the resulting dizziness telling you you’ve gone too far.

You begin to think of the guest as a traitor, and start taking things personally, asking “why are you doing this to me” or saying things like, “I’m a nice person. This isn’t fair.”

At some point, you become desperate to end it all and cast your eyes around the immediate area searching for a chopstick, or anything pointy really.

Finally…

this reluctant visitor…

this ne’er do well …

this irresponsible sluggard…

jumps into the pool with a tremendous splash, and you are praying to that great Yahweh, “YES, it is done.”

And then you have to look don’t you? C’mon you know you do.

So you look…and there a certain amount of pride…you think……how did I ever get that out of me…it looks like a baby’s leg… an entire leg!!! Yet, at the same time, you’re supremely disappointed because you expected to see a whole rotisserie chicken in the pool given your difficulty getting him in it in the first place.

I dunno. Maybe it’s just me. I should probably drink more water during the day.

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In America you can take a 5 gallon jug to the market and fill it with spring water from a machine. Those wily Japanese take things a step further, and you can do the same thing with your 5 gallon bottle only instead of spring water, you can choose to fill it with miso broth or even green tea!

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Candy Aisle in Japanese Grocery Store


Colorful. Crazy. Delicious candy from Japan.

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And then there is this depressed fucker…..

Although, in retrospect, I think this picture could be from the feet section and might be for inserts you put in your shoes to keep them from smelling bad.
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The Neighborhood Cemetary in Japan


You’re apt to see them anywhere. A little plat of land that serves as the local cemetary jammed full of headstones all crammed together. Space is such a premium on an island that literally every square inch is accounted for. This particular one was tiny and sat in the corner of the street where I was staying.

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Tasty Clam Snack


If you find yourself in the Aomori, Japan airport and you’re feeling a mite peckish, hit up the convenience shop and have some fresh clams. I watched the guy replenish the tank. Grab a bag. Grab some clams, and voila, you too could sit in front of gate and crack’em open for a tasty delight.

Here’s the guy loading up the tank.

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Here is a side shot of the tank.

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Here they are from the top.

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Crawdaddy


So I was meeting the manager of the service department where my car was being worked on and reached my hand out to shake his and instead I dropped my full can of soda which slid in front of him spraying his pants with cherry Coke.

We watched it spinning around on the floor with the puddle growing ever larger. You could have heard a pin drop save for the fizzing sound. After some time, my eyes finally rose up to meet his.

I said, “I was going to thank you for your great service today but I think I’m gonna crawdaddy on outta here instead,” and I left totally embarrassed.