…and found that the local convenience store had nothing but cat food in stock. That meant I had to walk to the nearby Don Quixote store, which is the only other place open early on a Saturday morning.
It was an interesting walk, as I live in Roppongi, in Tokyo, and Don Quixote (known as “Donki” in Japan) is pretty much in the middle of the night club district, the most notorious in Japan.
On Saturday mornings the club workers are all out on the street going home. Most of these clubs are adult-oriented, so there are lots of female and female-looking hostesses, dancers, and masseuses walking to the stations or bus stops. There are also the bartenders, touts, bouncers, and riffraff also going home. Add to this the drunks who missed the last train the night before, with the conscious ones staggering around like zombies, and the unconscious ones passed out on bus stops or behind vending machines.
Through this freak show are school kids going to school (yes, kids in Japan go to school on Saturdays), and the crossing guards are helping them cross the street. The police are out waking up the unconscious drunks, and a couple of them were being “entertained” by a group of young ladies (I think they were ladies) wearing fuzzy rabbit ears and cotton tails.
As I was getting near Don Quixote, a couple Thai “ladies” came up to me and encouraged me to get a massage. “You look like movie star!,” “You so tall,” and, “Where you from? We give you free massage!”
I managed to untangle myself, get into the store to buy dog food, and then leave by a different door so I could avoid the Thai “ladies.” Outside the door was an angry young drunk man having an argument with a plastic bag, he tried to kick the bag, only to fall over and hit his head on a curb, and start bleeding profusely all over a parked car.
Eventually I got home, fed the dog, and then ordered a several months supply of dog food (and some beer) from Amazon.
It was an interesting walk, as I live in Roppongi, in Tokyo, and Don Quixote (known as “Donki” in Japan) is pretty much in the middle of the night club district, the most notorious in Japan.
On Saturday mornings the club workers are all out on the street going home. Most of these clubs are adult-oriented, so there are lots of female and female-looking hostesses, dancers, and masseuses walking to the stations or bus stops. There are also the bartenders, touts, bouncers, and riffraff also going home. Add to this the drunks who missed the last train the night before, with the conscious ones staggering around like zombies, and the unconscious ones passed out on bus stops or behind vending machines.
Through this freak show are school kids going to school (yes, kids in Japan go to school on Saturdays), and the crossing guards are helping them cross the street. The police are out waking up the unconscious drunks, and a couple of them were being “entertained” by a group of young ladies (I think they were ladies) wearing fuzzy rabbit ears and cotton tails.
As I was getting near Don Quixote, a couple Thai “ladies” came up to me and encouraged me to get a massage. “You look like movie star!,” “You so tall,” and, “Where you from? We give you free massage!”
I managed to untangle myself, get into the store to buy dog food, and then leave by a different door so I could avoid the Thai “ladies.” Outside the door was an angry young drunk man having an argument with a plastic bag, he tried to kick the bag, only to fall over and hit his head on a curb, and start bleeding profusely all over a parked car.
Eventually I got home, fed the dog, and then ordered a several months supply of dog food (and some beer) from Amazon.
