The Japanese apply a completely urban interpretation to the phrase "behind the bushes." We were walking along a street called Gaien nishi dōri Avenue when my eyes focused on a familiar, if not oddly out of place, porcelain shaped object behind some sidewalk foliage. It looked like a urinal. I looked again. It was a urinal; more than one. There, along the sidewalk of a busy street, was a bank of urinals inside a small enclosure with no door. The only thing that veiled the pissers from the stream of pedestrians were a handful of potted bushes.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Behind the Bushes
The Japanese apply a completely urban interpretation to the phrase "behind the bushes." We were walking along a street called Gaien nishi dōri Avenue when my eyes focused on a familiar, if not oddly out of place, porcelain shaped object behind some sidewalk foliage. It looked like a urinal. I looked again. It was a urinal; more than one. There, along the sidewalk of a busy street, was a bank of urinals inside a small enclosure with no door. The only thing that veiled the pissers from the stream of pedestrians were a handful of potted bushes.
