Tsukuba Monogatari: Ninth post
As I was leaving work today, I stopped at the entrance to search the umbrella rack for my umbrella (it was pouring rain). As my eyes roamed over a hundred identical black umbrellas, I thought, “The Japanese really carry this conformity thing too far.” I was thankful that my umbrella was the cheap, transparent plastic type (purchased for 600 yen at Ochanomizu Station), of which there were only two. One had a label from a store in Nagoya, so I was fairly confident that mine was the other one. I felt quite pleased that individuality had paid off.
Opening my umbrella, I ventured out into the downpour and got drenched as I searched a sea of white Toyota Corollas for my car. I wonder if The Company would object if I had my car spray-painted yellow.
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