Latest Off-Topic Adventures
After RPG last night, Airen and I went to Village Inn for a late meal because I usually leave Cai's place starving. The hostess recognized us, since this is the third week running. About 2:45, we hear a cell phone ringing and we're the only customers in the place--it's definitely not Airen's ringtone. Searching the booth next to us, we found a large clunky phone with a thin plastic fliptop that became the earpiece. Looking at its face, I saw "Moshi Moshi" written on the screen, so I said, "Uh oh." There was a tiny keychain of a random anime character I didn't recognize, likely a bishounen (attractive and effeminate young man) and it reminded me of "Fruits Basket," though I've only seen random art. (Sonya, let me watch some already!) The missed calls log said a call from "Mom" had come in, but Airen said not to call what was listed as "Home" because it was so late at night, obviously forgetting that someone had just called.
Knowing the owner would call back eventually, I mentally composed a few phrases in case whoever it was didn't speak English after all. この電話を レストランに 見つけました。 That sort of thing. Luckily, the owner, a young woman by her voice, called back and I let her know immediately that we'd found her cell phone. I offered to hang onto it for the night and deliver it to her house tomorrow if she couldn't make it back to the restaurant so late from her suburb, but she said she'd be around in forty minutes, so I let our waitress know and asked her to take care of it for us. The woman came within half an hour. One good deed.
As we left the restaurant, three young men had just left their car and one of them vertically spray painted "CUZ" on a yellow concrete stand holding up a disabled parking sign. They'd parked right in front of Airen's car and they saw me looking at them as we passed them and they went into the restaurant. I memorized the license plate number, borrowed Airen's phone, and called the non-emergency police line to report the vandalism. They were still in the restaurant, I believed, and I gave sorry descriptions because I didn't want to get my ass beaten for staring at them--they were kind of menacing. But whatever--don't fuck with Ateji is the moral here. Or maybe it's don't publicly vandalize restaurant property. (Unless the parking lot belongs to the city. Whatever.)
Following in Sonya's steps, we visited the library today after swimming and I came back with twelve novels. I haven't had this much to read in years--seriously. The last time I went to that branch was in high school. And my card was so old, their self-checkout machines could no longer read it. I got a little scare from the guy who was talking to Airen's roommate who later approached me and verified that I do work where he said; I didn't know the roommate had given him that info, since I'd only told the front desk clerk where I go to school (my juvenile fiction choices must've confused him). The roommate explained things and all was well within my head. No library stalkers!
Knowing the owner would call back eventually, I mentally composed a few phrases in case whoever it was didn't speak English after all. この電話を レストランに 見つけました。 That sort of thing. Luckily, the owner, a young woman by her voice, called back and I let her know immediately that we'd found her cell phone. I offered to hang onto it for the night and deliver it to her house tomorrow if she couldn't make it back to the restaurant so late from her suburb, but she said she'd be around in forty minutes, so I let our waitress know and asked her to take care of it for us. The woman came within half an hour. One good deed.
As we left the restaurant, three young men had just left their car and one of them vertically spray painted "CUZ" on a yellow concrete stand holding up a disabled parking sign. They'd parked right in front of Airen's car and they saw me looking at them as we passed them and they went into the restaurant. I memorized the license plate number, borrowed Airen's phone, and called the non-emergency police line to report the vandalism. They were still in the restaurant, I believed, and I gave sorry descriptions because I didn't want to get my ass beaten for staring at them--they were kind of menacing. But whatever--don't fuck with Ateji is the moral here. Or maybe it's don't publicly vandalize restaurant property. (Unless the parking lot belongs to the city. Whatever.)
Following in Sonya's steps, we visited the library today after swimming and I came back with twelve novels. I haven't had this much to read in years--seriously. The last time I went to that branch was in high school. And my card was so old, their self-checkout machines could no longer read it. I got a little scare from the guy who was talking to Airen's roommate who later approached me and verified that I do work where he said; I didn't know the roommate had given him that info, since I'd only told the front desk clerk where I go to school (my juvenile fiction choices must've confused him). The roommate explained things and all was well within my head. No library stalkers!