This sign appeared in the lobby of my old apartment in Osaka.
Now the content is absolutely fine. It's in Japanese. Which is the problem. When this pic was taken, the building had more foreigners than Japanese in there, and a Canadian guy was employed for a while (to manage all of us unruly gaijin). But then they building owners would place all sorts of signs up - in Japanese - and would crack the sads big time when the gaijin didn't adhere to what was written. The worst was when they would dish out fines for it. It was like living in Western Halls at JCU!
I remember 805 getting blamed for this party one time - and the owners tried to fine us. The only problem was, none of us were home at the time. We were all overseas. When we were all finally back, we were told we'd have to pay penalties. The owners were adamant it was us...because the Japanese neighbours told them it was.
Then there was the time my flatmate got his BB Gun...now when I think back, I would have tried to fine us at any opportunity too.
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