Recipe for an act of stupidity:

1. Take 1 kei car (over-used)
2. Fill it with 10 months worth of teaching crap, several hundred old drink cartons and photocopies of your hometown (or a town that looks enough like it has foreign status to fool 2000 Japanese school kids and some of their relatives)
3. Park the said car in a city no less than 35 minutes away from your place of residence
4. Exit the car with your brain firmly lodged up someone else's concentration hole
5. Lock the door behind you
6. Notice your car and house keys are still in the ignition
7. Cry

This was my Saturday night. It took 20 phone calls and a very nice host-mom to pull me out of the cesspit of ridicule I had fallen into. May I never fall in their again. Bring on next month (when my twin doored hair-drier is being exchanged for a twin doored, double-ended fanny molester machine. Could that description be any more precise?)

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