BD had had some extra pep in his step on his way home.And though it was the
slightest of glances of himself in the window,he really believed that it had been him.
He was dying to call up the only person he could,being Anna, and tell her what had taken
place.But on entering his apartment,he began to have some concerns that Anna would look
at him as crazy,despite the fact he believed he hadn't become any stupider as a Japanese.
At first,through fighting the urge and then later using common sense,BD hung on and didn't
ring her.
Instead,he got ready to go the gym to work out.Buoyed with energy and time to use,
he sped on his chalinko to the gym,looking around,exchanging cordial greetings with the staff and had a pretty
good work out,even by his low standards.
On leaving the gym,ninety minutes later,still upbeat,whilst walking to his bicycle,just outside the gym,
BD looked in horror to see that it had gone.He stared in the space as if it was still there,just temporarily hiding.
When sure that it wasn't coming back into view,BD made his way to the main parking area,in the vain hope that
someone had moved it there.He walked along the pathway slowly,surveying each one,moving his head like watching
a tennis game.But it wasn't there.BD's heart felt gutted as he had only the previous week taken it to be repaired.
But the one thing he had decided not to get fixed was the bike's lock.He generally faked it that he was locking the bike,
but he began looking at it as either gaijin overconfidence in it not been stolen or too much faith in the idea that Japanese
didn't steal things.
Worldwide,Japanese were respected for their honesty and humbleness,but BD began seething as what he really believed was
the cultural mindset.You could do anything you wanted as long as you weren't caught,"including petty theft," he bitterly said aloud.
BD trudged the ten minute walk home downcast.He felt himself hovering between not having fixed the broken lock and how had it been stolen.
"Shoganai na," he surprisingly caught himself saying,as he opened the refrigerator door to get out the kocha.
Then BD laughed.And if to make certain,he looked at his skin complexion and saw that he was still yellow,though a trifle paler he thought or was it hoped ?
BD sat down and flicked through the cable channels,not at all interested in bad news, because he already had his own.
Then he came upon a kind of animation program.That was a first for him in Japan.He had been looking a bit at anime magazines this week,but
BD hadn't looked at any cartoons in about ten years.But being badly in need of some light entertainment, from his encroaching,unfavorable thoughts,
choose to have a look.Very soon,BD, though desperately limited in his understanding, was able to enjoy the program with its visual,normal effects.
It reminded him so much of The Simpsons,albeit Japanese style.The setting looked a pretty long time ago in Japan,with none of the gadgetry
and technological whatnot that people today used.
BD settled down to watch,amused that something kind of positive had taken his mind off losing his bike.It also crossed his mind that unlocked ones wouldn't have been stolen back in these days either.
slightest of glances of himself in the window,he really believed that it had been him.
He was dying to call up the only person he could,being Anna, and tell her what had taken
place.But on entering his apartment,he began to have some concerns that Anna would look
at him as crazy,despite the fact he believed he hadn't become any stupider as a Japanese.
At first,through fighting the urge and then later using common sense,BD hung on and didn't
ring her.
Instead,he got ready to go the gym to work out.Buoyed with energy and time to use,
he sped on his chalinko to the gym,looking around,exchanging cordial greetings with the staff and had a pretty
good work out,even by his low standards.
On leaving the gym,ninety minutes later,still upbeat,whilst walking to his bicycle,just outside the gym,
BD looked in horror to see that it had gone.He stared in the space as if it was still there,just temporarily hiding.
When sure that it wasn't coming back into view,BD made his way to the main parking area,in the vain hope that
someone had moved it there.He walked along the pathway slowly,surveying each one,moving his head like watching
a tennis game.But it wasn't there.BD's heart felt gutted as he had only the previous week taken it to be repaired.
But the one thing he had decided not to get fixed was the bike's lock.He generally faked it that he was locking the bike,
but he began looking at it as either gaijin overconfidence in it not been stolen or too much faith in the idea that Japanese
didn't steal things.
Worldwide,Japanese were respected for their honesty and humbleness,but BD began seething as what he really believed was
the cultural mindset.You could do anything you wanted as long as you weren't caught,"including petty theft," he bitterly said aloud.
BD trudged the ten minute walk home downcast.He felt himself hovering between not having fixed the broken lock and how had it been stolen.
"Shoganai na," he surprisingly caught himself saying,as he opened the refrigerator door to get out the kocha.
Then BD laughed.And if to make certain,he looked at his skin complexion and saw that he was still yellow,though a trifle paler he thought or was it hoped ?
BD sat down and flicked through the cable channels,not at all interested in bad news, because he already had his own.
Then he came upon a kind of animation program.That was a first for him in Japan.He had been looking a bit at anime magazines this week,but
BD hadn't looked at any cartoons in about ten years.But being badly in need of some light entertainment, from his encroaching,unfavorable thoughts,
choose to have a look.Very soon,BD, though desperately limited in his understanding, was able to enjoy the program with its visual,normal effects.
It reminded him so much of The Simpsons,albeit Japanese style.The setting looked a pretty long time ago in Japan,with none of the gadgetry
and technological whatnot that people today used.
BD settled down to watch,amused that something kind of positive had taken his mind off losing his bike.It also crossed his mind that unlocked ones wouldn't have been stolen back in these days either.
