Today I carefully locked Fancy Nancy up at the station, with her two locks, a U lock for the back wheel and a chain lock for the front wheel because she is pretty and fancy and will happily give anyone a ride who asks, so she has to be looked after; and then I carefully went to put the keys in my pocket but instead I dropped them on the pavement next to Ole Fancy and strolled, whistling Hey Soul Sister, off to school. And then, upon my return on the train, some 12 hours later, I fished in my pocket for said keys and failed to find them, and had a minor panic attack as I thought of Sweet Nancy remaining chained to the bike rack, rusting, weeping, deflating, for all eternity; and then I made my way through the station to FanNan's side where I found the keys, carefully deposited in the basket of the bike, with a Post It with a smiley face drawn on it.
1. Someone found my keys in their path;
2. Someone looked around for the owner of said keys, but failed to find them;
3. Someone then, resourcefully, tried the keys in the lock of the nearest bike and found them a match;
4. Someone relocked my bike and;
5. Put the keys in the basket and;
6. Presumably missed their train once the time was taken to find paper, a pen and artistic inspiration.
Sometimes I love Japan.