A young girl walks in front of me in that very Japanese way: ultra-short skirt, black stiletto boots, pigeon-toed, two huge bags hanging from the crooks of her bent arms, palms upwards, hands flopping loosely, forearms pointing 180 degrees like a double door left wide open. She's tiny, but she occupies three times her body size thanks to that elbow-bag-thing. She looks like a miniature Tyrannosaurus rex.
Middle-aged guy gets on the Toei Ōedo Line at Kagurazaka. Beard, which is unusual. Dressed conspicuously fashionably, armed with an obviously expensive leather man bag, which he puts on the seat next to him. As the train gets fuller, going towards Ueno, he makes no attempt to remove the bag to make room for another passenger. He is too absorbed in his MacBook Air and bad jazz screeching from his headphones. Ah well. It could've been worse: it could've been an iPad.