Adorable weapon choice was not the only misstep by this would-be bandit.
In the murky predawn hours of 31 August on the mean streets of Shinjuku, Tokyo, a young man working the graveyard shift at a Family Mart convenience store heard the familiar chime of the doors opening. However, this was no customer calling at 4:10 in the morning — it was a robber.
Reaching into his pocket, the crook pulled out a pair of nose hair trimmers with a three-centimeter (one-inch) blade that glistened menacingly under the fluorescent lights. With a cold gaze, the middle-aged robber demanded to the clerk, “Don’t move, get out the money.”
This presented a dilemma for the 25-year-old worker: If