I arrived alone at our Kyoto apartment. It was quiet, dark and empty. There was no, hi honey coming from another room. No warm welcome home after my lengthy journey across the wide Pacific. No flowers, no champagne.
That was until I passed the bathroom door. All of a sudden, my return was acknowledged by a perky and cheerful beep beep beep. That’s toilet language, for it’s nice to see you again. In fact, Toilet-san was so happy to see me, it lit up and tipped its hat, well, I mean opened its lid in invitation to join it and have a seat.
When I accepted its invitation, it played one of its favorite musical recordings, much to my delight.