Emotional Disaster
So it seems as though the Japanese don't celebrate bodily noises like we do. So with the help of highly advanced, pressure-sensory technology, their equipment automatically initiates the sound of running water upon the introduction of the appropriate cue.
In this case, my white ass.
After 16 hours on a plane, 2 hours on a bus, and no Ambien, I am less than cognizant. A physically, psychologically, and emotionally vulnerable traveler, I am. Sometime after 3 am, I wander inward. The 57th Cavalry couldn't find the lightswitch. So that's out.
I sit.
Blind.
Vulnerable.
And intolerable of the sound of running water. So I reach for the special Pink Button.
I miss by one.
Closer examination reveals the violation. My first English thought? You guessed it.
Kids, you know I ain't goin' out like that.
