Where’s Samurai Jack when you need him?
Last night I was standing outside Nakano Station, having a post-work beverage with some co-workers, when we saw this woman fall down. She was in the crosswalk with one foot practically to the curb, and she just collapsed.
She had a friend with her who was struggling to get her up, to no avail. As we headed over to help her, four gaijin in a massive crowd of commuters doing absolutely nothing except minding their own business, the taxi that the woman collapsed in front of started its engine, gently turned its wheels to avoid running her over and pulled away.
It seemed like she was okay, just too much to drink, but sometimes I really hate this place.