oh yea, one more hilarious thing that happened to me... so i gets back to iwaki from hiroshima on thursday night and i go to get my bike from the station and it:s gone! i was so annoyed. it got towed cuz i parked it in the wrong place.. or at least that:s what i thought....
the next day i asked manager where one would go if one was to accidently have one:s bike towed... and she:s like yo, it:s been stolen! (ok she didn:t actually say Yo, but i:m trying to enhance the story) so she goes down to the police station to get it sorted out, and then calls me and asks me to come. so i run down to the Koban and we spent a good 20 minutes there talking and translating. then they take me out to walk over to the station to see where i parked my bike. as we are walking over to the train station a lil danielle popped in my head and started laughing. *wouldn:t it be funny* she said *if your bike was actually still there and you didn:t look hard enough for it?* i tried to ignore this voice but it persisted. so we get to teh bike rack and i:m showing them where i parked my bike and my eyes start to survey the sea of bikes. looking... looking... looking... i spot White Lightning! there she was, cozied between two other bikes on the next back.
um... oh my... i think that:s my bike over there...
much hysterical laughter, blushing and throwing out the sumimasen:s aand gomen nasai:s (excuse me, i:m sorry) like 90, we decided to check if it was infact, my bike. but of course i didn:t have my key with me, that would be too easy. so i run back to and fro work AGAIn... long story shorter, it WAS my bike, someone DID move it to get their out, i DID waste 2 hrs of manager:s time and i DID look like a ditz to the police.
later on that day i dropped off some sweets at the police station to say thank you for being so nice...
my manager just looked at me and said *go home! you look SOO tired!*
the next day i asked manager where one would go if one was to accidently have one:s bike towed... and she:s like yo, it:s been stolen! (ok she didn:t actually say Yo, but i:m trying to enhance the story) so she goes down to the police station to get it sorted out, and then calls me and asks me to come. so i run down to the Koban and we spent a good 20 minutes there talking and translating. then they take me out to walk over to the station to see where i parked my bike. as we are walking over to the train station a lil danielle popped in my head and started laughing. *wouldn:t it be funny* she said *if your bike was actually still there and you didn:t look hard enough for it?* i tried to ignore this voice but it persisted. so we get to teh bike rack and i:m showing them where i parked my bike and my eyes start to survey the sea of bikes. looking... looking... looking... i spot White Lightning! there she was, cozied between two other bikes on the next back.
um... oh my... i think that:s my bike over there...
much hysterical laughter, blushing and throwing out the sumimasen:s aand gomen nasai:s (excuse me, i:m sorry) like 90, we decided to check if it was infact, my bike. but of course i didn:t have my key with me, that would be too easy. so i run back to and fro work AGAIn... long story shorter, it WAS my bike, someone DID move it to get their out, i DID waste 2 hrs of manager:s time and i DID look like a ditz to the police.
later on that day i dropped off some sweets at the police station to say thank you for being so nice...
my manager just looked at me and said *go home! you look SOO tired!*
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