And then occasionally I have an absolute doozy of a conversation and feel like a right idiot.
Today's phonecall was one of those.
This is Maruyama-san from the bazaar.
You forgot a phone tree yesterday didn't you?
(??? Oh no. Really???!!! How???!!!!) A phone tree?
No. Some washing. At the bazaar. On the veggie table. Some washing.
(Phew... But washing? I didn't take any washing with me.... washing?) Washing?
Washing? No a calculator. Cal-cu-lator.
Ahhh! A calculator!
Yes! A green calculator. It's yours, isn't it?
The one with the photo stickers on it? No, that's not mine. Mine was red with goldfish on it. That one was there before I started.
Really? We all looked at the photo stickers and were sure it was you...
Oh? I thought the woman in the picture definitely looked Japanese....
In my defense, I was tired, serving dinner with one hand and on the cordless phone at the time. But still, a pretty weird conversation and a jolt to my Japanese ability confidence, hey....
Oh and the words I mucked up- renraku, sentaku and dentaku.
Double Oh- I really wish I had taken a picture of the photo sticker now. It was definitely a Japanese woman.... I know if you've been here long enough people stop looking 'Asian' but is the reverse true, too? Have the locals got so used to seeing my face around town I've stopped looking 'Western'?? Hmmmmm......