We broke the toilet seat. Maybe it was already broken and we just noticed it. Or perhaps (most likely) it was about to break and our big, gaijin butts were the straw that broke the camel’s back and cracked the plastic seat.
Having just moved into this new building, I figured I’d better ask the managers what to do. So I went downstairs to the front desk and learned a new word, benza, which means toilet seat. Takada-san came up, took a look and said they’d fix it. Just please wait a while.
So now I’m waiting. And trying to figure out how I can work benza into a conversation so that I remember it forever.
