- 15 Mar 2002
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Last evening, while on my way back to Gunma from the docks in Tokyo, my truck had a mechanical breakdown in the right-hand lane of one of Tokyo's busiest streets during rush hour. As soon as I determined there was no way possible to move even one inch, I turned on the hazard lights, picked up my phone and called the police to come divert traffic around me.
Calling the police was the last thing in the world I wanted to do, because even though I was in Tokyo my drivers license and gaijin card were in my wallet lying atop my kotatsu in faraway Gunma. I had forgotten it when I came to work.
I'm sure we have all heard or read the horror stories from people who have been found without their gaijin card. There I was in a tractor-trailer, a gaijin with neither drivers license nor gaijin card. Anybody want to guess what the police did?
Calling the police was the last thing in the world I wanted to do, because even though I was in Tokyo my drivers license and gaijin card were in my wallet lying atop my kotatsu in faraway Gunma. I had forgotten it when I came to work.
I'm sure we have all heard or read the horror stories from people who have been found without their gaijin card. There I was in a tractor-trailer, a gaijin with neither drivers license nor gaijin card. Anybody want to guess what the police did?
