Jacket Lost

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I’m getting kind of tired of writing… and you’re probably getting tired of reading.

 

I left my jacket at Philadelphia.  I had a business card or two from the place with phone numbers, and I tried to call and was going to ask for “Dani.  Dani.” but I couldn’t figure out how to call the place.  I asked the purser’s desk and they had no idea.  So I went to port security, where there was an older man and a middle aged man.  I was able to communicate to them that I had lost my jacket at Philadelphia and that I was trying to call them but couldn’t.  I was able to ask the middle-aged man to call on his phone since calling a local number should be easy enough.  They called, but hung up – apparently it’s not a great place to call.

 

After a while, the middle-aged man told me to come to his car, which was a licensed cab, and he drove me all the way to the bar and all the way back.  The older man had told me before I left that it would be Y3000, which was fine, I guess, especially because there’d probably be people there to take back that I could split the fare with.  We went, and I got my jacket.  People asked me why I was back.  I didn’t have time to explain really to a group of drunk people.  A girl named Lindsay started talking to me about Dating, Marriage, and Family class, not realizing I was in a rush.  I felt bad about peacing out on her really quickly, but I couldn’t keep the guy waiting.

 

He ran the fare meter on the way back.  It was a bit over Y1200 by the time we got back.  I tried to pay him Y2500, but he insisted that Y2000 was enough, and seriously would not allow me to give him anymore.

 

Japanese people are really, really, really nice to tourists.  I thanked him, again, and profusely as I could.  I shook their hands and gave them a hug.