February 19, 2004
A few weeks ago I went to the Japanese store on Ellsworth to pick up some pocky. I'd never tried the stuff, and I wanted to see if it was any good. I have a vague idea of what I'm looking for, so I wander up and down the aisles looking for chocolate-covered sticks.
After a minute I give up and ask at the counter. The girl points behind me. Ah, must've missed it. There, looking me right in the face, is the word "Pocky". The only damn thing in the store written in English. And I walked past it to ask where it was.
Don't mind us idiot roundeyes; we'll wander in front of buses on our own soon enough.
