It was his butt that got my attention. The posterior belonged to a trendy young man but what got me staring was the oversized wallet sticking out of his back pocket.
I didn't see him earlier because the train we were in was packed and it was only when a good number of passengers got off that I saw him standing in front of me.
I was seated, so his tush was right at my eye level. If I were a thief, all I had to do was to reach out and nick the wallet as I got off. I don't think he would have been any the wiser.
Oh, did I mention we were on the subway in Tokyo?
That's why it was a sight unusual for me.
Of course, Malaysian men also keep their wallets in their back pockets but they are stuffed deep and tight. The only things that stick out of Malaysian male posterior pockets are cheap combs that no one will steal.
But from the day I arrived in Tokyo for my family holiday, I have noticed how chevalier the Japanese seem to be with their belongings.
I have seen so many women walking around, sitting or standing in the subway with their handbags unzipped and the contents quite visible to the curious. Like me.
Of course, the natives don't bat an eye. Not only that, they leave their bags or jackets to book tables in crowded food courts.