"Random" Act Crap

You know, I can't be too proud of a lot of things I've done. Not that I've ever hit anyone or just been plain stupid, but it's not every day that you get some chance to give some stranger some pleasure.

When some teenage asshole comes up to my car with a squeegee, I tend to say, "Hey, where's the fucking accompanying requisite dog?"

I know, that's mean.

But, to continue my Japan story a little bit, I got to Osaka airport and was as hungry as a motherfucker, so I bought this stupid "instant" packaged sandwich at the airport convenience store (in addition to the local hooch).

Then, I had to take a fucking bus to my hotel. I came unprepared for the weather, but that was all a part of my plan for travelling light. No heavy overcoats, just a pair of gloves.

So I go to where I know the bus stop is going to be, shivering with my bag and inadequate clothing, and the place is completely deserted. Except for one guy, across the street, out of shouting distance (I tried it anyway).

In the livery of a bus station dude, except Japanese. He looked completely bewildered at my showing up suddenly (a common thing in Japan) but quickly recovered when I looked like I was On A Mission.

"Umm, when's the next bus to the ANA Gate Tower Hotel?" I said in my best Japanese.

"Uhh . . . let's see . . . in 7 minutes!" was the reply.

But he looked so lonely, so impossibly cold, that I asked him how much longer on duty he had to be. "Oh, I guess, maybe another hour and a half?"

So I just pulled out the sandwich and gave it to him and said "Here's some fuel, dude." Of course, as usual in Japan, he looked at me like I'd just descended in a hi-tech spacemobile from Avatar, the Andromeda Galaxy, but he just took it and said "Thank you."

Dat's my good deed for the week.