Today at work, the principal of the school started chatting with me and asked if I liked shopping at Tsutaya Way, which is a chain store nearest of which is about a ten minute drive from my house. I was confused at first but then he explained that he had recently saw me near the store. I was confused, as I had not been there in a few weeks.
Then a light went on in my head.
See last Sunday I was coming back from hanging out with Nayan and some of his buddies in Takarazuka the night prior. It has been my first night drinking in a month and I hit the bottle hard and woke up late. I got on the train and started getting my ass home. What I did not know was that the JR line near Gojo would be stopped a while on Sunday due to some construction. When I got to Hashimoto, my only transfer before getting home, I discovered that trains wouldn’t be running for another 4 hours.
I called some of my few car-owning friends but no one was answering, so instead of taking a ¥35001 taxi, I set off home by foot. I stopped at a conbini and picked up a cheese-curry man2 and a litre of vitamin water to keep me company on my journey home.
I’m not sure how far I walked, but I know after walking a while I saw a sign that said “Gojo 7km” and I also know that what counts as entering Gojo is not exactly close to my house. I walked for an hour and forty five minutes down the road, which means I walked right past the aforementioned Tsutaya Way.
So once I realized what happened, I told my story to the principal and some of the other teachers. I was met with gasps of disbelief and much sympathy. Then, my chuckling principal said “Oh, I saw you! I thought you were out exercising since you said you were on a diet and you looked so happy! Otherwise I would have offered a ride!”
