An adventure in Fujisawa- The search for a tin opener! And a small note about the upcoming posts :)
This is a bit of a funny story of the types of communication breakdowns you can expect in Japan.
I hope you find this story as funny as I did after it happened to me!
Background knowledge required for the story- Last week when I went into the city centre I found some tinned food goodies that were really reasonably priced, so I bought them expecting to save some money on eating out. Fast forward a few days to when I was expecting to eat one of the tinned meals and I realise that it doesn’t have a pull-ring on it like most cans in the west. ย So I had to go back into the centre on a quest for a tin opener!
Upon arriving at the OK supermarket (a quite large chain of cheap supermarkets in Japan) I went up to the second floor as that’s where I had remembered seeing kitchen ware previously. Approaching the nearest member of staff, I say in my fantastic Japanese “Tin opena wa doko desu ka?” Expecting it to just be a katakana version of the western name. When she looks baffled I repeat myself, but this time pretending to open a tin with an invisible tin opener, which by some miracle she understood. With some gestures she conveyed that the tin opener was in fact on the first floor (Or as we call it in England, the “ground floor”)
So going back downstairs I ask the first member of staff I see once more. The same broken Japanese sentence, followed by the same act of charades. This member of staff wasn’t quite as quick on the uptake so it took 2 tries to get the point across. Upon reaching some level of understanding they go charging off to try to get a tin opener for me. A couple of minutes later they come back and direct me back upstairs to the second floor.
On the way upstairs I decide to do some research online so I can phrase my request for a tin-opener better. I then discover that I am a complete idiot. The word for tin-opener isn’t simply a katakana translation. It is instead a totally different word “Kan-Kiri”.
So armed with an actual Japanese word this time I ask the first staff member I see once more. I then realise that it’s the exact same staff-member that I asked last time…. And she adamantly insists that the tin opener is on the first floor. While I try to explain that the staff on the first floor told me it was on the second floor. My attempts to explain what had happened must have been pretty pitiful, as they summoned an English-speaking Japanese person from some other realm who explained what I was trying to say and then took my downstairs, in the middle of her shopping trip to show me the tin openers.
As humiliated as I was in the end I got the tin opener! So I hope those of you who read the giant wall of text find the same amusement in this story as I do, now xD
Next post is going to be on either Hanami and a trip to Ueno or my Cherry blossom hunt where I found a beautiful temple about 40 minutes walk from my apartment!







