A Moustache in Japan

So I had to basically do a Japanese scavenger hunt today.  It maybe improved my Japanese?  I don’t have pictures but here’s the story.  Wait, actually, I do have pictures, but they are unrelated.

So I as I am going to Tokyo this week, I thought I would buy a ticket to the famous Studio Ghibli museum, home to all worthwhile anime.  However, while riding home, I apparently lost my ticket (my moustache was in an angry mood and used its telekinesis is my guess) and didn’t realize ’til very late.  I decided to look for it tomorrow (today).

So in the morning, I found a dirtied old ticket that looked like a dirtier version of mine, except what little Japanese I could read didn’t really say “Admit One” so I went to the store I had bought it at and double-checked.  Apparently, I had lost half of what I was supposed to have, and the half I had was the half that didn’t matter.  But, luckily, one of the clerks said “Oh you dropped it by the elevator building, right?” and I had, so she told me something about the police, which sounded to me like the police found it and have it.  I was overjoyed so I ventured to the police station.

Well, they don’t speak English in the police station, so whenever the police I was talking to got lost, he whipped out a dry-erase board and started drawing pictures or letting me write it in English (usually Japanese students learn how to read but not speak or understand.) It turned out they did not have the ticket, but apparently someone had found it and come in to Lawson’s, and then proceeded to say they were going to hand it over to the police later.  Well, I am leaving in two days, and who knows what “later” means in Japanese, so I just bought another ticket.  But I can officially say I have been inside a police station now, which wasn’t really a goal but I can pretend.