“In your local vending machine, right next to the panties.”
And, no, I’m not joking.
It’s Japan.
Don't get me started on the health drinks. I had a miserable head cold one winter and one of the girls at the office asked me to give her 200 yen to buy something guaranteed to cure me. She brought back a little brown bottle that tasted like dredgings from a bilge tank. But damn, it worked! I still don't know what was in it.