I was roaming the underground shopping area outside Tokyo Station, and walked past a miniature Don Quixote, a discount shop. The normal size one is almost intolerable, so I never ever go there. As I walked by, I saw an orange bag with a Reese’s logo on it, and I finally understood what Peter Arnell was on about with the gravitational pull of Pepsi, because my body involuntarily shifted into the shop. But upon closer inspection, it was actually a bag of Reese’s Dipped Pretzels, which is no...
