Osaka Cherokee

Today I saw a lady with a cane run/waddle fast from the train station to the taxi cab stand. She was running like there was only one taxi left on the planet to catch. Maybe her cataracts were hazing out the line of forty cabs lying in wait or she might just have a case of acute Japanese-ness (A disease characterized by incessant hurrying to get nowhere.). Three business boys happened to catch the first cab in line before aforementioned old lady could get there. She had just enough time to let out a angry sigh before, low and behold, the next cab in line inched up to let her in. Those guys took a whole three and a half seconds off that lady's life and goddamnit she was pissed.

Song of the Day: Neutral Milk Hotel- "Headed Boy Part II"