this is an actual McDonalds print ad from Japan
Just to keep the score even, the day we moved into our apartment in Tokyo, exhausted, frustrated and homesick, I took our youngest daughter down the street to our local McDonalds. It was about the only place I knew how to get to and back from and something identifiable to eat was sorely needed by both of us.
When we arrived at the restaurant, both crying our eyes out by now, we were confronted by the electronic door which had a hand-pad that you had to touch to operate. In my state of distress, I couldn't seem to figure this out and just kept walking back and forth trying to make the door somehow magically open.
Inside a little Japanese girl (why are they always little?) was busy having her lunch, watching this pantomime play out outside. Eventually, she got up, opened the door and showed me, mime-fashion, how to operate this ever-so complicated piece of equipment.
If the Universe is beneficent, and I believe it is, right now that very same little Japanese girl, some nineteen years down the road, is blogging to her friends about how a western mother and her daughter were ACTUALLY crying because they couldn't get the door open at McDonalds, and having a top laugh!
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