(Incidentally, I know someone who saved Geddy Lee’s life, by the way. They were driving along in a van, if I remember right, and they sighted Lee up ahead, crossing the road with his arms full — with boxes, I think. This person I know stopped his friend from driving over Lee for his sins against music.)
And then a young lady walked by in a tiny miniskirt and knee socks over her tights. Let’s put it this way: she was Robert Crumb’s dreamgirl, with legs thick enough to fit four or five of my arms inside one thigh. All this in the space of five minutes as I take a break in a coffeeshop in Yongsan terminal.
A day of unusual sightings, then. What’s next?