Ever wondered what the police force would be like if the society was relatively crime-free?
Last night myself and two other f*uckedgaijin went for a quiet curry (wives all out of town) in Meguro, a suburb of Tokyo.
We parked just like we always do, down a side street (like everyone else).
About 10 pm we get back to the car and there's a knock on the window -- it's a Japanese cop on a bicycle.
"No Pucking!" OK mate, sorry about that (we're parked in a line of about 15 other cars).
He gestures and rattles on, and we derive that he wants us to get out of the car (it's pouring rain too, by the way).
So out we get. "Penarty! Pass-o-port-o!"
I explain to him in my limited Japanese that people don't routinely carry their passport to dinner!
"Porice Box!" He wants us to go down to the police station. Not a chance mate, just write the ticket and let us get home.
I have a 6 am start tomorrow and I need some sleep. By now about 15 minutes has passed, amidst a lot of ooohing and ahhhing,
and several other parking offenders (all Japanese, funnily enough) are driving off unnoticed by this mental giant of a cop we are talking to.
I should have known it wouldn't be painless when you see a 50-odd-year-old guy doing parking duties on a bicycle at 10 pm -- fair to say he wasn't a crack squad candidate.
So he calls in back-up. Yes ladies and gentlemen, back-up. A murder? A hostage situation? Major drug bust? No, these gai-jins (foreigners) have parked for 85 minutes in a 1-hour zone!
So along come 2 more cops, in a car, lights flashing. By this stage one of my friends is not amused, the other guy is in shock (in between trying to get his secretary to talk to this typical Japanese bureaucrat of a law-enforcement agent), and I'm in hysterics. Where's my video camera, I'm thinking. This would make the other Funniest Home Video entries look pretty mundane.
The reinforcements are actually pretty cool, and (like us) can see the joke this has become.
However, if they contradict this idiot's decision, he loses face, and would most likely go home and poke a long sword into
his abdomen due to the shame of a superior officer telling him he's being a complete prat.
So they go along with it, ask us to go down to the cop-shop, we say look just write us a ticket and we'll be on our way.
Meanwhile, the knucklehead cop is gesticulating hand-cuffing. Yeah mate whack 'em on and we'll trundle into the local police station in shackles, in your dreams.
Another 2 cops arrive on the scene (I suspect they were just bored and needed some entertainment), along with a detective (mesh flack-jacket and all). The detective speaks a bit of English, and was a pretty reasonable chap. I tell him how crazy this is, he privately concurs but says to just appease the guy. We just want to go home!
The scene of 6 cops and 3 gai-jins in an alcove out of the rain discussing a parking ticket seems almost surreal!
Finally (we're an hour into this ordeal now) it is agreed that this moron can just write us a ticket for 15,000 yen and we can pay the fine at any post office or Japanese bank branch. Hooray! We should be outa here in a few minutes.... Wrong!
The driver has an International Licence. A lot of ooohhing and ahhhhing now.
Which part is the licence number? etc
The filling out of the form took about 15 minutes. Thank God, let's get outa here.
No, there is another form. He takes 5 minutes to fill that out, but alas! he makes an error.
New form, a duplicate of the first one, but a different colour (possibly to alert the media he made a mistake on the original).
Then comes the icing on the cake, out comes the chop (a red ink stamp of his name in Japanese used here much like a signature).
Once, twice, oh and put one over there just to make it reeeeallly official.
So there you have it, on average about an hour's time for 6 cops, 85 minutes of our time, for a total revenue figure of 15000Y
Next time you read something about Japanese economic reform, remember this story!
Amazing how the world's most inefficient work-force can make such reliable cars and TV's eh?!