the tall blond guy goes to japanthe tall blond guy goes to japan
After I finally got things to start transferring, the Strange Cop came back and tried to strike up a friendly conversation with me.
"Faxen?"
"Iie, Internetto," I replied.
Blank look.
"e-Mail?"
"Ahhh! e-Mail! Ah-soro desu!" (translation: Oh! Okay, so you're not trying to take over the main central JR-rail computers using a PowerBook, modem and a goofy ISDN pay phone).
He than asked to see my passport and wanted to know what I was doing there. Okay, we're back to mean cop again. Someone should tell him that the good cop/bad cop routine only works when there are two different cops.
On the train, before pulling out of the station, I met a couple from Singapore, and got talking with them. My new friend the rail cop noticed this and wandered by and said something about my knowing lots of Japanese. Friendly cop! Ha-ha, big joke. We all looked at him funny, so he bowed, saluted, and left.