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Encounter
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Last Sunday, I was drinking at Snow Bird in 2-chome. When I
intended going home, I noticed that I missed the last train
(this happens a lot of times). I decided to take a taxi but
then, I found out that I have only \300 left in my wallet. I
couldn't believe it. I screamed before I know it.
"No way!"
I started to plod, and on the half way from Shinjuku to my home,
a good-looking young man who came from the direction ahead talked
to me. (it was 2:10 am.)
"Excuse me."
I was a bit frightened but answered.
"Y...yes?"
"Would you tell me which way should I take to go to XXX
station?"
"What?"
I had to cry out because the station was in the direction that
he had just walked from.
"You have to go back the way you had just walked from."
"What?"
This time, it was his turn to cry out in panic.
Then I wondered if he might be heading somewhere near the station
because it was no use of getting there with no train in operation.
So I asked him,
"Where are you heading at actually?"
"Well, I'm heading at the crossing on XXX street."
"No way. That crossing is not in the direction of the station.
You are on a completely wrong way!"
"Oh my God!" (It was 2:15 am.)
"I am living near XXX street. Would you like me to take
you part of the way there?"
"Yes, please! That helps me." (He was almost crying.)
On the way, we, total stranger without name each other, talked
about nothing. And I was thinking of this extraordinary encounter
that could not be expected in place and timing.
Getting near my place, I had to let him go by himself so I gave
him the direction. (It was 2:45.)
"Take this way and turn left at the first signal. Go till
the end and turn left, walk along the street and again turn
left at 3rd signal and there the crossing is."
The young man looked perplexed.
"Damn. If you want me to take you..."
"No! No, no, no. I'll go by myself. Thank you!"
He burst out blocking my word. The good-looking young man bowed
saying "Thank you" again and again, and he started
to walk.
I hurried home thinking about him, imagining if he was a good-looking
young girl...
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