Bank Job

When I lived in Japan I particularly enjoyed going to the bank – or the ginko as they call it there. You entered the bank, took a number much like you would at the meat counter in a supermarket, and then you took a seat on a nice comfy sofa. Until your number was called you got to relax and thumb through the magazines provided by the thoughtful bank owners. On more than one occasion I found myself browsing through magazines containing photos of naked young ladies.
I’ve been to many countries but not one where you are given porn to look at whilst waiting to be served in the bank. What a great country.

librarian17 - February 08