Only had my new car for a month now and some motherfucker already opened his fucking door right into mine today. And this parking-lot, unlike most in Japan, had a ton of fucking room. It wasn't windy today so that's not the cause. Wtf happened?
Luckily (or perhaps not) my wife was with me to handle the situation. My Japanese isn't subtle enough to handle this kind of thing politely and this guy's attitude when we came out of the store was driving me crazy so perhaps it's best she handled it. Again, or perhaps not. I've heard of yakuza from bigger cities sending their lower ranked thugs to small cities like mine to cause accidents and extort money from the scared victims. They box the car in on road with a fairly high speed limit and then the lead car slams on the breaks, gets hit, and then they use intimidation to get loads of cash from spineless folk.
When my wife and this guy were talking my hackles started to rise when he asked for our information including what time we go to work. The hell is that? Before I could stop her, my wife tells the dude. Shit. I start remembering other stories I've heard of guys scratching cars in parking lots, getting the driver's info and then going to their house later while they're at work and robbing them blind. The guy suddenly tells us that he thinks our car dealer will probably fix it up for free since it's new and goes into some explanation about how deep the scratch looks and the layers of protective coating, paint, etc. My wife, surprised by the detailed explanation asked him if his work involved cars and he said he used to work near there at local car parts shop.
Strange. Just a second ago when giving us his information he said he was new to town and so couldn't remember his address exactly and just gave a general part of town. But you used to work here?
Hmmmmmmm...... Yakuza might be paying my house a visit. Oh yay.
