The bakery door

Yesterday Rebecca and I decided to go the Simon's bakery across the street because we ate all of our pan (bread).  Upon arriving however, we found it to be more than just a mere bakery.  It was gaijin-proofed.  I tried everything to get the door to open, pulling all directions, sliding, begging, "open sesame", jerking it- but nothing worked.  The shopkeepers inside, smiling at how sucessfully their door defeated us, finally let us in (most likely in the hope that we would entertain them further).  Turns out, you TAP the black box/button thing.  Oh.  They were still laughing when we left with our loaf of bread, custard pan, and acorn shaped melon pan.  What a heavy price to pay for a few carbs.  I hope to get a picture of the offending door tomorrow.