Monday, January 9, 2006

An "I Need Space" Moment

This is eighteen thousand of my closest friends coming out of a concert at the Tokyo Dome. If your body isn't molded to the person in front of you and the person in back of you, one of about a million security guards who look like six-year-olds playing dress up will come tell you to "move forward please," and then he will police your actions for several minutes to show you that he is serious. I admit to responding to him a little American-like (sarcasm) which I only do when I'm backed into a corner. But my rule is if you can smell the person's shampoo, they're too close.

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