| Maybe I shouldn't be riding bikes anymore 9_9 |
[28 Dec 2006|11:05pm] |
Aw, man, super lame, guys, so the last entry I posted here in LiveJournal totally did NOT GET IMPORTED to my Facebook account when I first wrote it, right?? So I went ahead and copied and pasted it over, but then like the day after I did that the entry magically appeared on there in its imported form, except oh wait too bad people already commented on the imposter entry I had pasted in its stead. +_+ What should I doooo?? Delete the imported AUTHENTIC entry and keep the FAKE entry, or delete that entry instead with the comments that I'll never really care to read for a second time??
Yes, apparently these are the greatest concerns of the moment in my life. 9_9 Don't bother answering the question; it was basically rhetorical, and I'll probably just delete the fake entry after enough time has passed for the people who had commented earlier to forget that they had commented, and thus not realize that their comments had been deleted. ;o
Anyway! Today David and I took a field trip!
TO THE POLICE STATION!!!
So, there are these two bikes that are always outside our dorm. Hibino-san, my landlord and the priestess of Kayadera Temple, gave us the keys to them at the beginning of the year. Apparently the bikes are registered under the temple's name.
Today, I had plans to go meet up with some people in Akihabara. David was over at my place already so I suggested that we ride the bikes over, 'cos it'll be faster. So we do that, but like, 10 minutes into the ride we pass a Police Box, and one of the policemen stopped David to check his registration--pretty standard procedure, what with being gaijin and all. Of course I stop next to David as well, which was when the policeman realized that I too was a foreigner.
So we both had to show our registration and stuff, but then he asked us whom our bikes belonged to, to which I replied that both were borrowed from the Kayadera dorm which I stay at. He said he just wants to check our bicycle registration real quick, so he rang up headquarters and read to them the license numbers.
...aaaand it turned out that NEITHER of the bikes were registered under Kayadera?!
The policeman kindly told us that it's cold outside so please! Just come into the police box and take a seat, it won't be long at all! As soon as I sat down I quickly called the temple, and Hibino-san's sister Megumi-san picked up. After explaining to her our situation, she asked to talk to the policemen, and she explained to them that the bikes are registered under somebody else's name because they were donated to the temple by them. Okay! No problem!
Except for the fact that, um, only ONE of the bikes was registered under the person's name she gave, while the OTHER bike--that is, the blue bike I was riding--was registered under somebody completely unrelated! And not only that, after they did a check on that bike, it apparently showed up that it had been reported as missing years ago!?
After Megumi-san first got my call, she had her sister drive over to clear things up, so Hibino-san soon arrived outside the police box to save our asses. But then the cops tell her about who the other bike was registered under, and she was like, "...EH??" So she was there dialing back to the temple asking if anybody knows what the crap was going on and who this other guy was whose name was listed as the owner of the blue bike, while David and I were just sitting there half rolling our eyes and half laughing on the inside at our situation.
But when the police van came to pick up the bike to take back to Headquarters ALONG WITH DAVID AND ME... well, either our inner laughter got even louder, or it got shut up right there. I'm really not sure which it was.
So we were taken to the Police Station in the police van with the bikes, Hibino-sensei following behind us. And then after we got there, they put me and David into separate rooms for QUESTIONING. Which mostly consisted of them just asking me where I was from or what school I go to, and then them stepping out of the room to discuss amongst one another while I text people on my phone being all "lol I got arrested."
It wasn't until one of the cops brought a certain form into my room that the situation's true degree of WTF hit me. I gathered that it was something they wanted me to fill out and sign, but Hibino-san was in the room with me, and as soon as she got a single look at the form, she turned livid (well, as livid as Hibino-san could get) and snatched the paper from the policeman, exclaiming, "WHAT IS THIS?!"
The cop insisted that it wasn't a big deal and "Don't worry about it, give it back," trying to pry the piece of paper from her hands, but Hibino-san refused to loose of her grip, and somewhere down the line she stated to them that "I AM NOT HAVING HIM SIGN THIS." She further went on to say that David and I have nothing to do with the bike since we couldn't possibly have known that it didn't belong to the temple since SHE's just discovering this fact herself, and since we were just riding it, SHE should be the only one who should T-TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR IT, and stuff??
S-so the policemen talked amongst themselves for a bit more, and finally they brought her back a different form for her to fill out, all the while Hibino-san reconfirming that I won't be signing anything there at the station. After they gave her a definite answer, she calmed down a little, and a different cop asked the both of us some general information such as our name, height, weight, blood type, shoe size?, and a description of what we were wearing...?
After that was done, I asked Hibino-san for a little bit of clarification, and she responded that she thinks the bicycle that was reported as missing is probably the work of a student from some years ago who must've mistook the bicycle as the temple's property, since it turns out the bicycle belongs to somebody who lives in the neighbourhood so it's possible that the bike was left in front of the dormitory building. She also briefly went on to say that "they gave me the wrong form and I got really angry" in English, but before she could elaborate, the policemen let us out of the HQ, albeit one bike short, two and a half hours after this whole incident began.
Hibino-san drove David back to the dorm while I followed on the remaining bike. After we met up again and Hibino-san went back to the temple, David told me Hibino-san had told him in the car that the form they originally wanted me to sign was a confession of theft.
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I-I don't know what the second form they brought Hibino-san was after the whole hoo-hah concerning the first form, b-but um. Th-there were, uh, FINGERPRINTS involved, and uhjjaskdl;fj jalsd;kf;jda
OH MY JESUS CHRIST I THINK GOT THE PRIESTESS ENTERED INTO THE CRIMINAL RECORDS JLSK;JFSDAK;FDAHK;FJDLSFAFDJAF
I need a break from winter vacation. :(
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In spite of this, every English lesson with Hisashi-san, save for one, have been accompanied by a whole banquet prepared for me by their maid. In addition to the 
Recently, Hisashi-san asked me if I would like another tutoring job; this time with his little brother, Namioka Shinzou--also a dentist--along with a friend of his. The difference, however, is that for this job, I am to be paid in cash. 8)
following that, Shinzou was sick so that lesson was cancelled; and then the following week's absence I had already detailed in a 
But 20 minutes went by and still no sight of him or his girlfriend. Another 10 minutes and I started getting paranoid. Like, what if this was all some sort of passive-aggressive revenge? Like, maybe because I sucked at teaching them English, and then had them wait 40 minutes for me last week to NOT SHOW UP, they decided, "Ha ha, wouldn't it be funny if we had him go into the super-expensive cafe and never show up LIKE HOW HE DID TO US LAST WEEK, and force him to pay for his drink himself??" I was just about to pat myself on the back for not following through with entering the cafe when Shinzou-san's girlfriend Sayaka-san finally arrived, with Shinzou-san following shortly after. Turns out they were buying new cell phones. ;o
So the lesson went fine. They had bought textbooks, but I needed some time to look through it, so we just did what I normally do with Hisashi-san; that is, we talked, and I taught them new vocabulary and phrases where appropriate. They treated me to a hot cup of milk that cost 850 yen (like I said, some nice-ass place in Shibuya), and afterwards Shinzou-san paid me the usual fee, even though I had feverishly tried to decline it this time to make up for not showing up last week.
