Sunday, August 20, 2006
I ratted on some mother, so sue me
Riding across Shinsaibashi Loft-mae odanhodo, the pedestrian crossing that sends Osaka's busiest shopping street across one of its busiest roads. Well past midnight. Oh heck, there's a guy lying in the road in nowt but a loud shirt and some conservative jockeys (conservative, apart from the fact that they're wrapped round his knees.)
I look around for a police officer. In one of Osaka's hot spots. On a Saturday night.
Nope.
Passers by are doing sweet doodle, so I take the incentive and approach the drunkard.
ME: Oi, are you OK
HE: Nah...
ME: This is dangerous, why don't you move?
HE: Mwbrghhh...
ME: Righto...
Approach unhelpful passer by, who is making a pretty good fist of ignoring unsightly drunkard.
ME: 110 for Police, right?
HE: Er, yes.
ME: Thanks, you've been WELL helpful.
Scathing sarcasm is apparently lost on him. I speak to the police operator.
His questions:
Sorry, where?
Which country are you from?
I said: which country are you from?
You're a male, right?
Which goes to show that the forces of law and order in this country are missing the point at least 75% of the time.
That said, 45 seconds later, a paddy wagon rocks up.
ME: I don't know this bloke. Can I go home.
HE: Yep.
Thus was my good deed done. I retrieved a guy whose head and torso were sticking out into one of the busiest streets in Japan.
God, stick that on my tab will you.
I look around for a police officer. In one of Osaka's hot spots. On a Saturday night.
Nope.
Passers by are doing sweet doodle, so I take the incentive and approach the drunkard.
ME: Oi, are you OK
HE: Nah...
ME: This is dangerous, why don't you move?
HE: Mwbrghhh...
ME: Righto...
Approach unhelpful passer by, who is making a pretty good fist of ignoring unsightly drunkard.
ME: 110 for Police, right?
HE: Er, yes.
ME: Thanks, you've been WELL helpful.
Scathing sarcasm is apparently lost on him. I speak to the police operator.
His questions:
Sorry, where?
Which country are you from?
I said: which country are you from?
You're a male, right?
Which goes to show that the forces of law and order in this country are missing the point at least 75% of the time.
That said, 45 seconds later, a paddy wagon rocks up.
ME: I don't know this bloke. Can I go home.
HE: Yep.
Thus was my good deed done. I retrieved a guy whose head and torso were sticking out into one of the busiest streets in Japan.
God, stick that on my tab will you.
