At this point, I ought to know better than to try to use public restrooms at any of the “fashion spots” in Tokyo on the weekend.
I wrote this little “poem” on the back of a receipt while I was waiting in line with a surprisingly chatty old Japanese lady at the public restrooms in Shibuya station (since it’s about an hour and 40 minutes home from Shibuya, I try to go to the bathroom before getting on the train)… about a month ago?
We were literally in line for fifteen minutes until I saw a group of girls exit the stalls in completely different clothes than they started in and wanted to scream.
And of course I missed my train.
Hence the grumpiness.
(yes, I know this is very much #firstworldproblems)