My predecessor left a stack of fruity coloured umbrellas in one of the spacious (there’s an insane amount of shit stuffed in them at the moment) cupboards that are dotted around my apartment. Last week, when it was pissing down, I grabbed one as I ran out the door and used it on the way to school. I got a couple of strange looks from teachers in the morning, but I just wrote that off because they pretty much always look at me funny. That evening I left it hanging outside my apartment, as I didn’t want it dripping all over the entrance way where all my shoes are.

The next day, the teacher that lives in the apartment above me approached me at school with a rather pained expression, “Eto, Dan, is that your umbrella hanging outside your apartment?” “Err, yes. Why?” “It comes from a shopping center in town. You are not meant to take them. It is a big problem. Many people in our apartment are curious” “Oh, that umbrella! No, that was left by my predecessor. I know nothing. Really. I’m innocent”. Given my previous attempts at sarcasm and leading people on, the look of relief mixed with suspicion that I got was both charming and quite worrying.

I took the umbrella inside when I got home.

Posted in Japan on Saturday May 29, 2004.

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