Today, I went to San Francisco for my friends’ farewell party. However, I didn’t know that a club (a dance club) in America required customers to show their ID card… I didn’t have it, so I couldn’t enter there.
I wanted to say “Please give back my time!!” (It took one and half hour from my house), but interestingly, my emotion was very calm. On the contrary, I was happy because I learned the system of an American club (lower right quadrant) this time.
While going back to Pleasant Hill station, I made one contract with me. I swore one oath to myself in a train… What’s that? It’s my secret…
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