Daily Journal 3-15-11

It was a mild in Nagasaki as I drove into work. My country had duties for me to attend to as the US ambassador for Japan. My driver pulled onto a street ( a cannot spell or pronounce it) which for this time of day seemed kind of crowded. Not on the streets of course but people were lined up along the sidewalks onlooking the road as if their had been some spectacle going on. Soon enough it came to my attention that behind us speed a funny looking car. It resembled a shoe. A brown formal shoe. Now in America this would be considered to be a creative car that only some sort of comedian or inventor would drive; but in Japan everything is magnified. So as i looked on in laughter the driver started to speed up. If i had been more informed about Japanese culture i would have know that something like this is most certainly frowned upon. As the shoe of a car started to disappear as we pulled away i realized that the road itself was getting narrower. The crowd which had once been along the sidewalk was now approaching the center of the roadway with one thing on their mind. They approached the driver with faces filled with rage and frustration. Finally they reached the car, tearing the driver from the tip of the sneaker and casting him into the crowd. If his intention were that he wished to be a shoe they very well granted it. One by one they stomped upon the man as the roared down the street. A mob had now formed around the shoe. People started throwing burning shoes at the car in hope that it would catch fire to the brown vehicle of death. One landed in the cockpit. Ashes singed the seat and lit the leather on fire sending the crowd backwards like a cat from a bathtub. The car lay in rubble as the crowd started to disperse, the man piloting the contraction lay on the ground motionless.