Tokyo Housewives

26Aug12

The Sky Tree, the tallest communications tower in the world. It has nothing to do with this story, but it looks cool.

The honeymoon is over.

We have lived in Tokyo for over three months. At first, everything was beautiful, everyone was so nice and the sushi was served by Poseidon himself.

The welcome wagon has closed up shop and rolled on its merry way. And reality settled in.

It turns out not everybody is warm to foreigners. Not every Japanese is a happy drunk. It’s hot as balls in August and, as was inevitable, the neighborly housewives have turned against us.

I planted the first seed of discord a month ago when Lisa and I finished cleaning the parking lot.

See, we have this apartment complex cleaning schedule. There are 12 units in our building. We have to take turns sweeping the parking lot and sidewalk. It’s not a big deal. It takes about an hour.

Lisa and I had to take our turn the weekend after moving in. So on top of jet lag, unpacking, shopping, organizing, drinking and dusting, we had to sweep leaves.

All right. Fine. We did it. I figured it was a bit of ‘welcome to the neighborhood’ hazing. I’m a good sport.

However, four weeks later, it was our turn again. This is when I got a spur in my craw.

The way they determine whose turn it is to clean is they hang this key chain on your mailbox.

The old keychain

Seeing that green goober hanging from the handle is like seeing an email from the CEO in your inbox.

But we’re good people, so we cleaned for the second time in one month. However, being the American that I am, rather than hang the keychain on the next mailbox, I went in reverse order.

Maybe this way our turn wouldn’t come so quickly next time.  I knew this was going to create havoc down the road. But I went ahead and did it anyway.

Lo and behold, three weeks ago the keychain popped up on our mailbox again.

Agitated, Lisa and I decided to hold on to it for a little while. We had guests visiting on the weekends, we climbed Mount Fuji, we had shit to do. The leaves weren’t going anywhere.

This cavalier attitude did not sit well with the housewives of 43-1 Oohara Way.

Thursday we discovered a typed note explaining the rules of the cleaning schedule. There were even detailed instructions on the proper keychain order.

Then that night Lisa received a phone call at work. One of the bored housewives had way too much time to spend on this dilemma.

The housewife portended to call Lisa under the auspices of a friendly neighbor. She told Lisa that she had bought a new keychain because the old one seemed to have disappeared.

Lisa, not realizing the severity of the situation, casually told her, “Oh, we have it.”

The new keychain

The lady feigned shock. Lisa told her we would take care of it. So now we have a second keychain that we are holding on to.

I should add this lady is not even in charge of the cleaning schedule. That duty belongs to our downtstairs neighbor Yamazaki-san. She is cool and doesn’t worry about such trivial things.

Apparently this other housewife is married to a middle management schlep whose career track has stalled. She would be what my father refers to lovingly as a “Methodist mommy.”

Some of Lisa’s co-workers shared similar stories. One lady didn’t sort her recyclables correctly, and her neighbor apparently brought them in to her own house and called the co-worker to tell her she was holding on to her cans and bottles for her.

This big Russian guy I work with lives with his wife’s parents in a residential area. Every morning he walks to the store to buy the paper. One morning his neighbors called the cops on him. Racial profiling?

The lesson – don’t mess with order in Japan. Follow all the rules and don’t sneeze in public. And at least my neighbors haven’t called the cops on me yet.

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4 Responses to “Tokyo Housewives”

  1. I think we need to import a few Japanese housewives to straighten out the cleaning and recycling schedules at MPC. (Just a couple of the lovely new developments since you left us, Nick!)

  2. Good One Melinda!!! lol

  3. 3 Edward J Narigon

    I recommend buying a couple of more cute “key chains” and start hanging them on random mailboxes. See what happens. If you are caught, explain they the rules of geochaching. I predict they’ll call the cops, or leave you alone. Not sure which. You decide.

  4. 4 Michael Narigon

    I like that all of the advice you have received entails some probability of having the cops called on you.


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