What I could use in Japan is a superhero.
You know, someone to help me escape my daily gaijin grind. A Spiderman, a Wonder Woman, a Harry Potter. Someone who could be my champion in life's never-ending struggles with truth, justice and cross-cultural screwups.
Like last week at the bakery when I bought that yummy-looking bun and bit it right in half. To find it pumped full of bean paste. Ugh.