I had to write a story for an apartment application today:
When I was 20 years old and living in Japan, my friends and I decided to go on a trip to Hokkaido. We all knew each other from American really well, like family, and so we fought the entire length of travel - on the bus, during the stop over in the frozen wasteland that is Aomori, and again on the ferry up to the island of Hokkaido. We got off at this tiny little forgotten trade city called Hakkodate with a beautiful Russian church at the top of a mountain overlooking the city. Still fighting, and hungry, we wandered around looking for a place to eat and found this old wooden pub surrounded by statues of Santa Claus. We went in and immediately stopped fighting, overtaken with the awe of our discovery - it was a hamburger restaurant dedicated to kitsch 40s - 70s Christmas paraphernalia. We spent the entire meal giggling to each other while Saint Nick watched over us from a hundred different angles. As we left, we found a taxi-cab waiting outside on the curb. It was painted in cow spots and called a “Moo Moo Cab.”
5 years later, we still talk about the Moo Moo Cab and giggle.