I was wandering aimlessly in one of the underground shopping malls in Japan. I came across a bar with many colorful and colorless cocktails. I sat down at the counter and ordered a sniff. Any relation to snuff? No way! Alcohol? Nope! It was an Oxygen Bar, selling oxygen to people deprived of that precious stuff. The deal? Less headaches, more energy, better blood flow etc. etc. Where would you get a bar that promises such excellent fare! Deal.
First buy the tube to put into your nostrils. This is for personal use only (Of course! And who would have thought otherwise!), though you may keep it at the shop for later use. Then you get to sniff the oxygen for ten minutes. Perfumed oxygen (aroma therapy!) in different flavors or unflavored oxygen. If you chose a longer course from the menu, you get to use a reclining chair for free. Another deal!
Now this is getting serious. The staff at the counter come and talk to you gently asking you how you feel. The advice? Breathe in through your nose and breathe out through your mouth. Sounds good when you are talking to them all the time! Time flies and before you realize what happened, it is over. Want more? Sure, go ahead! In between you are provided water with high content of hydrogen for free as ‘service’. They also sell oxygenated water.
Japan is one of the most technologically advanced nations in the world. People buy water and oxygen. This bar has applied for a patent. Who said that the best things in life come for free? Nothing against oxygen bars. Loitering in underground malls can be quite tiring. And probably with such a crowd in there always, there isn’t much oxygen to share anyway. Great place to recharge your batteries and get back to shopping again. Good place to relax or even read a book for a while. I liked the reclining chair. Haven’t used it yet. Every time I pass the place to my favorite bookshop, I sometimes look fleetingly at the reclining chairs. Would I like to go to the bar again? O yes! (When I have the urge for more oxygen again.) Would I use the reclining chairs? No way, the money will buy me a book to read while sniffing my oxygen. Cheers!