Tuesday, August 25, 2009

My sister wears me out

As you know, Sister recently visited us. She lives up north in Akita Prefecture (she also teaches English) and decided to come down for a visit in the early part of August. She also accompanied us to Kyoto.

Well, on the way to Kyoto, a classic Sister moment occurred. It went something like this: We woke up at 4 AM on Thursday morning to catch the first train into Tokyo station. Since I live in the suburbs of Tokyo, it takes about an hour to get to Tokyo station, which was where we were headed. We had to be at Tokyo station by 6:30 AM in order to catch the Shinkasen, the bullet train, to Kyoto. Luckily, we made all the trains without any problems. However, at Tokyo station I mentioned to the group (Husband, myself, Sister, Rin (Husband's cousin's daughter), and Jude) that I would be the keeper of the Shinkasen tickets. Since the tickets were smaller than a credit card, I was afraid they might get lost as we hurried through the train station. Well, when I mentioned I would keep the tickets for everyone, Sister said, "Who the hell do you think I am... I'm not a fucking moron...I can keep track of my own damn ticket!" So, with that, I handed Sister her ticket and prayed she wouldn't lose it.

Thirty minutes later we found our seats on the Shinkasen and got comfortable for the 3 hour train ride to Kyoto. After about 15 minutes, the train conductor came through to check our tickets and stamp them. I carefully removed the 4 remaining tickets from my wallet and handed them to the conductor. Sister, on the other hand, couldn't find her ticket.

Yes, I know, Karma is a bitch!

I desperately tried to tell the conductor, in my half-ass Japanese, that Sister had lost her ticket, and we would try to look for it. The conductor responded by saying, "I come back soon."

So, Sister emptied out her purse and her suitcase and searched everything she had, in hopes of finding the missing ticket.

Since I had paid for the tickets in advance (they cost about 25,000 Yen or $250 each), I had a receipt showing payment for 5 consecutive seats: A, B, C, D, and E. I was hoping that the receipt would be sufficient, and Sister would not get kicked off the train.

After another hour of so, with Sister still searching and searching, the conductor returned. I informed the conductor that we still hadn't found the ticket, but I showed her the receipt for payment of the 5 tickets. She told me to show the receipt at the train station in Kyoto.

After another 30 minutes or so, Sister put her hand in her bra and discovered the missing ticket. That's right! Sister had put the ticket in her giant bra for safe keeping. Unfortunately, SHE IS A MORON! And she had forgotten where she had put the damn thing!

All we could do was laugh our asses off! In fact, we are still laughing!


Anonymous said...

I prefer to be considered “absent minded.” I am endearingly known for my ability to lose then eventually find all sorts of things. For example, in one year hear in Japan, I have lost my apartment keys (twice), my USB drive, my change purse, my cell phone, several bus tickets, and 1 shinkansen ticket. This list does not include the numerous times I have misplaced my glasses inside my apartment.

Just to make sure Weenie's story is accurate, it was 4 tickets.

Anonymous said...

Oh, I'm also known for my horrible spelling. HERE not heAr