Tatami

This is a tatami store.  It's a small shop and it doubles as the front part of this person's house. He makes mats that make up the flooring, and in turn the measurement system for rooms in Japan. It's more a Japanese thing than Sumo.

But a lot of folks don't run across tatami shops , because they're not the sort of store that'd be near the train station.   And a great deal of people here live their lives through the station.  Life in the big city means standing in line on the platform, waiting for the train to rumble up.  The same recorded voice announces all the matters of the train.  Fight well and a seat is a possibility.  Remember not to get in a women's only car.  People pack into the train tight, but you'll be lucky to hear an 'excuse me,' a 'sorry,' or even a groan of discomfort.  Get out, file through the station, keep your head down and stay close behind the person in front of you.  Farther and farther from the clatter of the platform there's a pitter patter of feet and it carries outside where there's a voice recording saying shoes are on sale.  And still another recording saying something too fast.  You look up and it's actually a person, and she's got tissues, and thanks you for taking them. 

If you ride a bike, you'll get far enough away from the station that you may take some turns, just to take them, then happen on a store like this, Jinbei Tatami Ten.  And you'll say hello, and Mr Jinbei, he'll say it back.  Then you'll talk something about something.  And it might not mean much of anything, but it will be a thing between a couple people.