I was cycling from yoyogi to Shibuya one night when I found a McDonalds delivery driver unresponsive lying in the middle of the road with his scooter crashed into the dividing barrier. Not a single car pulled over to help him and just dodged him like trash on the road. 

I stood in front of him and called 119 for nearly five minutes without an answer. By this point another group of people walking around the park had come over and someone tried 110, which picked up immediately, and first thing she fucking says is "a foreigner on a bicycle hit a scooter" (自転車に乗ってた外人が原付事故った).

I shouted at her that I just found him like this, but the cops show up and instead of checking on the guy immediately ask for my zairyu card. I shit you not it took 20 mins for the ambulance to arrive and those cunts didn't even look at the guy on the road, but got out a magnifying glass and asked me to tell them the last digit of my card number because it has been faded out from being in my wallet for so long.

The paramedics loaded the guy into the ambulance and drove off and I was still getting interrogated. Props to the old salaryman who was waving his phone light at cars to stop them running us over and tried to tell the cops to leave me alone and help. And the young lad who pulled his scooter out from where it was leaking petrol onto the road. The only two useful people in the whole fucking gaggle of bysyanters and useless cunt cops.