Monday, April 16, 2007
The bike police
Well, the police just showed up at my door. Impeccably dressed in their white gloves, they figured out that I didn't understand much Japanese, but I managed ot deduce they were looking for a person whose name they kept repeating. Then they asked me if my bike was stolen (Jitenshs o toraremashita ka) (a phrase I learned last week when my bike WAS stolen last week.) I tried to explain that my bike had mysteriously returned, but I couldn't remember the word for last week. I went to show them my bike, and they showed me a bike they had in a truck, which they thought was mine...but it wasn't and they were satisfied and went off apologetically and politely. What gets me is how did they know my bike was stolen? The only people who knew were my landlord, yukie, and a few friends of ours...no one who would have had any reason to report it to the police (which we hadn't either, since it came back before we got the chance.)
This is almost as good as something I think I forgot to post about, which was that Yukie and I found a wallet on the street about a month ago...with over $700 dollars in it! We returned it to the police box and the next day the owner stopped by our house. It turns out he had been on his way to buy a ticket at the airport with the money, when he found out his grandmother had died, and he had to go somewhere else. That was why he had had the cash on him.
What next, I wonder?
This is almost as good as something I think I forgot to post about, which was that Yukie and I found a wallet on the street about a month ago...with over $700 dollars in it! We returned it to the police box and the next day the owner stopped by our house. It turns out he had been on his way to buy a ticket at the airport with the money, when he found out his grandmother had died, and he had to go somewhere else. That was why he had had the cash on him.
What next, I wonder?
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