Nothing Like Pleasing a Lady
So I have completed my first leg of the trip! The flight from Bangkok was a breeze as it was completely empty (or close to) and I had a nice little spread set up across 5 seats in the middle of the plane. One seat for my magazines, one for my food, one for my cell phone, and I took the last two to sleep. So at this point you’re wondering what the title of this addition is all about…
Arriving in Tokyo was needless to say slightly surreal. it dawned on me: I’m actually going through with this nonsense!! I’m doing it! But in the end im relieved. I already feel like I’ve started a new chapter in my life. but this all proves to be boring copy. What about pleasing the ladies?
My first thought of tokyo was how nice people were. Everywhere in the airport I went people acknowledged my presence, smiling, muttering something I didnt understand. I was actually really nice. You feel important even though you’re not. My second thought of course was how bad I had to go to the bathroom because of all of the Cokes I drank on the plane. SO who would assume there’s a surprise in the bathroom? I walk in, everything as would be expected; there are urinals on one side, stalls on the other. But there is this old woman who I assumed was part of the cleaning staff of the airport. It threw me off that she was in there. I wasn’t sure whether or not it was proper to relieve myself while she was in the room of sorts. I had always thought of japanese culture as very proper and my little time in the airport up til then had reaffirmed this. So I took the plunge, I unzipped my fly and wizzed away in the urinal farthest from the woman. At first she paid no attention to me. Then to my surprise, she began going urinal to urinal checking for something. In the few moments of embarrasssment and terror that followed my only conclusion is she was checking for urinal cakes (for the ladies, thats not a piss pastry we eat, but a little bar of glorified soap that makes everything smell dandy). So there I was, barely able to get a drop out, and her approaching. I froze not knowing what to do as she finally reached the urinal next to mine. She looked into my eyes, I looked into hers and then she did it… she peered around my side into the urinal where my scared member and urinal cake waiting patiently. She giggled, of which Im not sure what it meant, but was seemingly surprised about something and then ran out of the bathroom like a little girl. I stood perplexed, finished my business, and left with the satisfaction that I had brought levity to an aging woman half way around the world from my home.
And later today, I will finally get to bangkok. more to follow…
Tags: Japan
TravellingJosh
Subject matter and all how great to hear from you on your first impressions and experiences! Amusing. Never had such an introduction before to the men’s room. Learn something new… Looking forward to all your postings!
Great to hear you made it safely. The story about the urinals was very funny. Just as an FYI, the reason she was laughing had to do with something other than the fact that you were preparing to go to the bathroom while she was there. But, no worries. You know what they say, “Size isn’t everything.” Good luck on your adventures, and I’ll try to keep up with your blog site. Great idea.