On a dark night coming down the stairs to the wicket, that was the sound of finally getting home.

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Taro Toporific wrote:Bah. I miss the staccato rhythms that Japan Rail station guys used to play on their chrome-plated ticket punches while waiting between punching customer tickets.
On a dark night coming down the stairs to the wicket, that was the sound of finally getting home.
Taro Toporific wrote:Bah. I miss the staccato rhythms that Japan Rail station guys used to play on their chrome-plated ticket punches while waiting between punching customer tickets.
On a dark night coming down the stairs to the wicket, that was the sound of finally getting home.
Taro Toporific wrote: Bah. I miss the staccato rhythms that Japan Rail station guys used to play on their chrome-plated ticket punches while waiting between punching customer tickets.
On a dark night coming down the stairs to the wicket, that was the sound of finally getting home.
GomiGirl wrote:First few times I came to Japan was in the late 80's (I was in my teens) and they had all these guys. I thought they were awesome and used to try to work out which pattern of punches were from which station. They were often different patterns.
gboothe wrote:What's this "in my teens"? Gomi, you were 32 when you were born, and that was in the forties!
GomiGirl wrote:Umm no - that was YOU my friend.
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