So, as I suspected, my sense of humour doesn’t translate well.
Walking back from lunch today a group of track and field students ran past us in the brutal heat.
I made one of my usual, well-crafted Japanese comments.
“Ehhhh. Atsui! Muzukashi… Ehhhh.” (You wouldn’t believe it, but that’s one of the better ones.)
I then went on to joke to my JTE, who speaks relatively good English, that;
“The only reason I would ever run is if something was chasing me!”
She stopped dead her tracks, a look of horror on her face.
“Eeeehhhhh! What, students here chased you? At this school? When?”
“No, no, I was joking. No one has chased me. No students. I was joking.”
“In New Zealand the students chase you??”
“No, no. I was joking. Like, maybe if a monster was chasing me? Ha ha.”
She stopped dead again.
“Monster?? In New Zealand?”
At this point I gave up and went back to talking about the weather.