Land of the Super Nice

I've been in Japan almost 2 weeks, and it is such a refreshing experience. People here are really nice and polite- EXTREMELY

The Japanese still live lives filled with that thing called honor looming over their heads. For example-
did you drop your umbrella at the bus stop? Don't worry it will be hanging on the bus sign when you get there tomorrow.
Did you leave your purse in the store? Don't worry it'll be at the local police box.

Even after stories I was still skeptical. Until one day last week I had a job interview in Tokyo, in a very commercial and non-tourist part of town. I got there about 2 hour early and decided to get lunch at a little noodle shop. At this shop you pay at a ticket machine by the door, the machine prints you a ticket and you give the ticket to the hostess who seats you and takes the ticket to the cook.

I took my time with my mystery noodle bowl (pictured below), I burned about an hour at the noodle joint. 45 minutes into my stay, the hostess came up to me and handed me some coins. I looked at her puzzled, she then mimed to me that someone else paid at the machine and noticed my change in the dispenser- AND THEY DIDNT KEEP IT FOR THEMSELVES

Granted it was maybe 100 yen, but in NYC if you find change in a vending machine, you see that as your lucky day - not someone else's Un-lucky day. And over here no one wants to make someone else's day bad

They've also been really nice about my limited language skills- which you will read about in my next post about Ash Hair Make salon