Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Hell in the Vegetable Aisle

Why does a trip to the grocery store in Japan always have to rival a trip through the depths of hell? Why!? Why!? Why!?

All I wanted was some juice. But its only two aisles over Cherokee, just walk over there and get it. Oh nooooooo! Not here my friends. Between me and the juice are six old ladies either a) talking in the middle of the aisle with no intention of letting anybody go by or b)walking diagonally back and forth not paying a lick of attention where they are going. Aaaaaaaah!
I can almost grab the juice from here. Let's go around you say. No dice! More old ladies! And they're all wearing those creepy old lady hats! I'm trapped. Act natural. Look at the...um...corn soup and act like this is exactly where you wanna be. Oh fuck...They're closing in. Somebody please kill me!

Song of the Day: The Cure- "Three Imaginary Boys"





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