It’s about halfway through the third annual Eat Japan trip, and I’m on my last pair of clean underwear…
Time to do some laundry!
Searching through my loose change, I realize I don’t have enough for the machines, so I throw on a T-shirt and jeans to hop on down to the closest convenience store. This being the land of ultra-convenience, I don’t need to head further afield than right next to the hotel, where the closest 7-11 is located.
I grab the elevator, which makes a stop at the second floor, where a very visibly inebriated middle-aged couple join me. The man says “good evening” (in Japanese), whereby I reply in turn. Seeing that I speak Japanese, they proceeded to invite me to head off with them, to an undisclosed location, to sing karaoke together.