I wasn’t going to write anything today. But something happened that got me thinking.
Last week (it was Christmas Eve, actually), my girlfriend and I went to Shinagawa to meet a friend for rāmen and show him some of the local shrines in the area. When we got off the train, my girlfriend realized that she had dropped her 定期 (teiki; monthly commuter pass). We reported to the JR Station Master and they took her name and address. A day later we got a postcard saying “We found your commuter pass, come to Shinjuku Station and pick it up.” Pretty sweet, huh?
A few years back, I dropped my cellphone on the Keihin-Tōhoku line. I had it back in my position within in 10 hours.
In any other country I have experience with, you’d never see these things again. The phone would have been used for all sorts of long distance calls, the train pass would have been abused too. There are a lot of reason that I love life in Japan. But things like this really make it you appreciate this country.