February 10th—that day I was bringing home a T-Fal, and since the box was awkwardly large, I decided to avoid the hassle
by strapping it to the back of my scooter and pressing it against my back as I rode home.
Of course, I couldn’t wear my cart back (messenger bag), so I just shoved it into the helmet compartment.
So far so good. My memory has always been as reliable as a chicken’s—things vanish from my mind instantly, whether past or present—
and it’s really a problem, so I depend heavily on my system planner and PC.
That night was bitterly cold, but I really wanted to cook, so I absolutely had to go to Precce http://www.tokyu-store.co.jp/pre
in Nakameguro. But the T-Fal was in the way, so I went home first to drop off the package
and warm up. I lounged around the house, cooked some rice, and decided to go shopping.
The unusual thing that day was that I was wearing a Mackintosh jacket. It looks good, but this thing has zero insulation—
I wore it during the day because it was warm, which was my first mistake! And I wore it shopping too.
The pockets are pathetic; things fall out when you ride.
Too much trouble, so I took the scooter shopping. It was cold, so I jumped off and dashed into the store with my hands in my jacket pockets.
I ended up buying stuff wastefully and felt deflated. Anyway, I wanted fish, so I grabbed something!
Oh! Fried tofu on sale! ★ Thick pieces, normally ¥360 each, half price for two! But they expire tomorrow.
I didn’t care and tossed them in the basket. Ground pork was half price too! Also expires tomorrow. And I agonized over the fish—
two choices: mackerel glazed in mirin (half price, expires tomorrow) or one-night-dried horse mackerel (regular price)!
I couldn’t buy only stuff expiring tomorrow, so I picked the horse mackerel! I paid with my card and, since it was cold,
I dashed home, quickly made dinner, ate some pudding, took a bath, and went to bed.
When I got to the shop… wait? Where’s my Gigabeat? Did I put it in my bag yesterday? My pocket?
I remember holding it in my hand before I left, but I can’t remember what happened after! I remember shopping, but…
I thought it was at home, so after I got back I searched my jacket… nothing! Nothing! Nothing~~~
No way! I’ve thrown away the wrong thing before, but I’ve never lost anything. And now I’ve lost it~
This is bad! Man, this really sucks… Anyway, I went to get the RC30 inspected earlier, and it’s nice~
I was thinking V4 and all, but half my mind was on the Gigabeat. I thought hard, but nothing added up.
The bag was in the helmet compartment, and nothing could fall out before I got home. As for my pocket, I rode pretty slowly all the way home,
so it couldn’t have fallen out. There’s nowhere to lose it between home and Precce—it’s only a five-minute ride, and I had my hand in my pocket
the whole time I was in the store! So it’s impossible.
But it’s gone! Hmm… hmm… maybe I should just buy another one… I can’t make sense of this~
I sighed and checked my desk. Found it! For some reason, it was in a paper bag!
Yesssss! There it is!
I knew I couldn’t lose something! Anyway, Benny’s voice is coming from the speaker…
The end.
