Okay, so I help with a Friday night activity with a local Christian fellowship I'm in. That's not part of this narrative, it's just so that you won't all jump on me for being out so late.
Anyway, last Friday, after the event was all cleaned up, I went to go hang out with one of my friends from the fellowship. It was about 2AM or so, a little after, so technically Saturday morning. I got to my friend's house, and what should I find shivering and sniffling, crouched practically outside his doorstep, but a Japanese girl. An exchange student, apparently. (I stopped to find out what was the matter. It's not every day you encounter miserable-looking foreign girls in the middle of the night.) Seems she'd got back too late and her host family had locked her out.
Okay, three words were pretty much going through my mind at this point, and if I tell you they were "whiskey", "tango", and "foxtrot", well, I'm guessing you can figure out what I mean. It seems she'd already been shivering out there for a couple of hours, thinking she was in some horrible trouble or something.
Now, this wasn't exactly the best area of town to be a tiny Japanese girl locked out in the middle of the night in. (Not that I've been one, I'm just saying.) No cell phone, a couple of weeks familiarity with the U.S., and already out on the street? Not a good thing.
As a country, we simply can't be treating our exchange students like that. They'll end up going home and voting to nuke us or something. Maybe not, but still - it's far too harsh for a first offense, particularly for a student with a limited command of English.
In this particular case, it ended okay. I had my cell phone on me, so we got someone from her travel agency to come out and pick her up. (Still took until 5AM to get there) The thing is, this shouldn't have been necessary in the first place. I mean, seriously. Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.