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RANT "N" RAVE
What sign are you?


A few months ago, my boss miraculously saved my life. I'll try to explain.

The building in which I work has five floors. I spend 80 percent of my time there on the third floor. Occasionally, on fine days, my colleagues and I take our lunch in the elevator to the top floor, where two-faced salespeople with telephones smile at us. From there, we climb 15 steps to the rooftop, an open-air diner with a magnificent view of Mt Fuji. It genuinely is a sight for sore eyes and, without fail, gives me an enormous appetite.

On this particular day, as I started unwrapping my conbini bento, I saw a sign out of the corner of my eye - a brand-new sign that read "Do NOT jump." Thank God someone put that sign there. I was just about to jump off a five-story building (I'm serious) without laying chopsticks on my fine cuisine. As with many other buildings in Tokyo, my building is stands literally inches from three others. If I was ever determined to jump off, half a second later I'd be stuck somewhere between the fifth and fourth floors. Of course, that has the potential to kill me. Clearly, this is not one of my boss' concerns.

My point is that there are way too many signs here that are either nonsensical or unnecessary. The other day, I woke up with an urge to count all the signs I came across on my 45-minute commute - I obviously had nothing else to do and it kept me awake. There are, to be exact, 937 signs.

According to the Oxford English Dictionary, the definition of "sign" is "an object, quality, or event whose presence, or occurrence, indicates the probable presence or occurrence of something else." That is, if the occurrence of someone jumping off is probable, that "Do NOT jump" sign is a sign indeed.

Good signs and bad signs coexist, and bad signs can be hilarious. My girlfriend used to live in a treasure trove of funny signs, a.k.a. a gaijin house. My favorite was the one on her landlord's door: "If anyone calls about a room, please give them my keitai number. They can touch me anytime." Instantaneously, I almost called him only to fulfill my curiosity.

Incorrect Japanese-English is old news. However, keep in mind that English signs targeted towards gaijin often make false accusations. I've seen a "Your piss aim in the correct place" in a public restroom. At work, there is a big "Flush!" sign in red. Gaijin do know to flush after taking aim and missing. What's next? Perhaps, "Please proceed to work after you punch in." Or, "choose a floor and press the corresponding-numbered button" in an elevator?

We live in a world where signs designed to make our lives easier complicate them instead. So please tear down the signs that lead to chaos! At the same time, please continue producing funny signs; they make my day. I hope there's a sign on the next rooftop I go to.

Many thanks to Takashi Ito for this Rant.

Metropolis Online
RANTS AND RAVES:
381: The Crisp Linen Suit Syndrome
Unbearable heat and crisp linen suits
380: Smile
Smile when you see another foreigner
379: What sign are you?
When signs start to complicate life
378: Off with the gloves
Battle of the readers
377: Stop before you shop
Stores that scare away gaijin
376: Home sweet home
Modern housing in Japan?
375: Nihonjinron
Theories of Japaneseness and insecurity
374: Plastic bags
Do we really need them for everything?
373: Doctor knows best?
A scary visit to a Japanese hospital
372: Don't forget the finger wagger
So you've never complained about Japan?
371: A-choob tale
The Sneezing Salaryman
370: The gaijin language snob
Dare to cross his path
369: Nihongo
One man's struggle...
368: Making sense of Roppongi
Why do I keep going back?
367: Hateus Japanus Expatricus
Great bar bores of the world
366: Plants and animals
Darwin's turning in his grave
365: No more groping - for now
Women only train cars
364: Man's best friend
Pets have it rougher
363: In praise of Tokyo taxi drivers
A good ride all around
362: The Big Boot Brigade
Masters of the oversized-shoe
361: The case of the missing garbage cans
Where art thou o garbage can?
360: Ramen for the soul
Japanese chicken soup
359: Revenge of the nerds Part II
Geeky guys with hot girls
358: Little old ladies
Grandmas packing a punch
357: Starbucks sanctuary
Stop the Starbucks insanity
356: Pet name problem
My sweet little... carrot?
355: Unclean Jeans
Jeans McNasty
354: My chosen profession
Lindsay Nelson's the name, English teaching's the game
352/3: Merry Christmas... sort of
Merry and not-so-Merry Christmas in Japan
351: Last temptation of rice crackers
Breaking big bills the hard way
350: Revenge of the nerds
Gaijin girls are just jealous

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