The Real McKoy: Spilled Milk

Today I went sneaker shopping in the pouring Japanese rain in the streets of Harajuku, made famouse by Gwen Stefani and her line of women’s wears.

Tokyo is a magical place if you, like me, have an obsession with possessing things that no one else has. That’s about 80% of why I collect kicks. That and kicks are dope.

There were very few Harajuku girls out today and we didn’t get a chance to head towards Yoyoji to snap some FRUITS pics, but we did get to see a bunch of Africans trying to get Japanese girls to go into whatever it is they were trying to get them to go into. In fact, Harajuku possessed the highest concentration of foreigners I’ve ever seen in JPN, most of which looked goofy as hell. Some of which were hitting up the shops we were hitting up in search of “The Great Nike Hype.” We all exchanged scowls and kept it moving.

One thing I must say is that Japanese customer service is the best comma EVER! As I stated, it was raining like a bitch’s teats all day today. Aside from the warm greeting and helping you find the right “American size,” in each store we went in, the cashier wrapped our shopping bag in a plastic bag to protect out purchases from the elements. now that’s classy. The even go as far as to condense bags into the least amount of baggage possible regardless of where you mad your purchase. They went the extra mile to make sure you were confident and proud in you purchase. It worked.

America needs to take notice and follow this example. Part of the reason why I do all my shopping online is that I don’t want to deal with a stank attitude clerk. It’s not cute and it’s not increasing your sales acting like a scrotum scratch.

Of course now with all the purchases made recently, the next time I use my checking card, it will probably turn to dust.

“POOF!”