Very strange happening at Immigration (Nagoya) - the official smiled at me.

It was one of a sequence of odd and unusual events. I walked out only 37 
minutes after entering (my record, also at Nagoya, still stands at 4 
hours 17 minutes). My number was called (after being in a queue of all 
of five) only 8 minutes or so after taking the ticket. I had a seat! 
Strolled up to the counter, handed over my docs and konnichiwaed the 
bloke, and without so much as a by-your-leave, the fat bastard smiles.

Less paperwork required than any previous visa renewal too.

-- 
"All sepponians are loud, round, overweight, fat bastards who think 
their opinions are facts" (except the Raj, who seems to be having an 
identity crisis). All good Germans like beer. The Koreans are the French 
of Asia. Pommies are good at rugby" - Me

"And I'll tell ya something, mate. Anti-wrinkle cream there may be, but 
anti-fat-bastard cream, there is none." The Full Monty