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Lost and Found

One of the best things about living in Japan is an almost unbelievable honesty and responsibility for other people's property. Last Saturday, the day before we were due to bring Justin home from the hospital, I put my wallet on the roof of the car for reasons best known to someone else (plain stupidity, most likely), and drove off from the car park of a large electronics store, on the 25km journey home. Later that day, when I couldn't find the wallet, Sean worked out what I had done. We called the shop and the local police station, but no-one had found it. "Don't worry,' Ayumi said, this is Japan: it will turn up." Comforted, but unconvinced, I called Visa, Amex and my bank to cancel the cards, said goodbye to the £150 in cash, and prepared to make a new application for my residence card, health insurance, Cable rail pass (see below), and all the other bureaucratic nonsense I carry around.
O ye of little faith! This morning, the Nagata police station called: they have my wallet, and could I please come to collect it. We'll see what's still inside, but there's a good chance it's all there, even the cash. Somehow I doubt that the same thing would have happened in Sheffield...
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Nigel Duffield said…
What do you know?! All the cash was still there — everything in order!
November 11, 2010 10:34 pm
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