30 minutes ago I returned to the teacher’s office from teaching a class to find a golden watch on my desk. Someone must have been doing something at my desk and accidentally left it there I assumed. I figured they’d return for it sooner or later so I didn’t touch it. Then, 10 minutes ago, the following occurred:
Mori-sensei (to Yoshida sensei, whom I was speaking to at the time in front of her desk. In Japanese): Yoshida sensei, I beg your pardon but do you see that watch on Loco sensei’s desk? Does it belong to him? A student found it on the third floor staircase.
Yoshida: Oh really? (She walks over to my desk, picks up the watch and brings it to me) Is this your watch?
Yoshida: I’m sorry, but he says it isn’t his.
Mori: I’m sorry. It was the student that thought it was his…she said that it has his smell. (Giggle / snorts)
Yoshida: You don’t say…(Giggles, covers her mouth in an embarrassed fashion. Then to me:) Is it yours?
Yoshida: (To Mori sensei) I’m sorry but did the student say it smelled like him?
Mori: That’s what she said. I, myself, am not aware of any smell, but children have very keen senses.
Yoshida: That’s true (she turns to me) So, it isn’t your watch?
Me: No, it isn’t my watch…and that’s the third time you asked me. (I show her the G-Shock on my wrist) This is my watch. (I point to the watch in her hand) That is not my watch. (Then I turned to Mori) Ore no tokei janai. (It aint my watch!)
Yoshida: A student says that it has your smell… (she fails to restrain it and giggles again, covering her mouth)
Me: Let me see it…(I take a whiff. It smells like smoke.) Smells like a smoker’s watch. There are about, I don’t know, 10 of us? Including Mori-sensei.
Yoshida: I see…
Mori- I’m sorry, Loco sensei…(He walks over to Yoshida and I and takes the watch from her, gives it a once over, and mumbles something in that incomprehensible Japanese that men speak sometimes. Yoshida giggles again)
Me: What did he say???
Yoshida: He says…nan darou…he says that it’s not…real? Janai…fake. It’s fake.
Me: A knock-off?
Yoshida: Yes… Like is sold in Chinatown.
Me: I see…well it aint mine!
Ozawa-sensei- (From his desk where he’d listened to the whole conversation) May I please have a look at it?
Mori: Why, of course…(Hands it to him)
Ozawa: It belongs to one of my students. A Chinese student.
Mori & Yoshida: Yappari! (We should have known…)
Ozawa-I can handle this!
Mori & Yoshida: Thank you so much, Ozawa sensei!!!
Ozawa: No sweat.
Me: So, it belongs to a Chinese student?
Yoshida: Ee? You understood that? (Utter surprise on her face) Sugoi!! Your Japanese is really good!
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