v2 26 Mar 2007 10:15 am
VS. Bookstore 4
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Our breathing and pulses finally returned to normal. With his diaphragm still acting abnormaly, the owner hesitantly opened the door to the office. We followed.
It was only a couple minutes since our big panic, but the great ventilation fans were able to clear out most of the irritating odor.
Oh, how did it smell? Let me think. I can’t say this out loud, but carbon dioxide gas mixed with poop is probably really close. Either way, I’ve really never experienced “carbon dioxide gas mixed with poop,” so I can’t be sure.
So we all went into the office to continue our questioning.
“Ahh, I thought I was going to die.”
We said carelessly. I guess you can say that we fell into our own trap.
“I don’t… need to check that bag anymore…”
It seems that the owner had had enough.
“I’m going to check yours, too. Just in case.”
“Oh.”
We didn’t have the energy to stop him anymore.
The owner once again felt something like a book. After putting his fingers on the zipper, he paused and asked,
“Does this one have something smelly in it too?”
to make sure.
“Not sure?”
I said.
When the owner tried to open this bag, this time the zipper opened easily and there was something that poured out.
That was “rice bran.”
“Wh, what is this?”
After the owner made sure that there wasn’t a strange smell, he bravely stuck his hand in again. But some creases appeared on the owner’s forehead again. He pulled a book out, but there were broken egg pieces and rice bran stuck all over his hand.
“Ack!”
We said.
“E-egg?”
The owner asked.
“Argh! It’s broken! Th-the egg! It’s broken!”
“It must have broken when you slammed the bag on the desk.”
Saijoh-kun and I were in an uproar.
“D-did it?”
asked the owner, not understanding the situation.
The suspicious books were used textbooks: “3rd grade Japanese,” “3rd grade Science,” and “3rd grade Social Studies.” There was egg all over them, too.
The owner, while wiping his hand with a handkerchief,
“Oh… no… I… I’m sorry. I’ll pay you for the egg.”
“What!? That was a Hinai chicken’s fertilized egg from Akita prefecture! You can’t just buy it anywhere!”
We suddenly went on the offensive.
“Argh, I was supposed to bring it to my sick grandmother.”
It was a big lie. It was an ordinary egg. On top of that, it was already broken.
Unlike Chuzai-san, the owner was a gentleman and felt bad about what he did, or rather, had totally fallen into our trap and,
“I’m very sorry. What I did was inexcusable.”
What an honest guy. Usually one would have doubts after that irritating smell incident, but since he was so meek, we started feeling sorry instead.
“It-it’s ok. As long as our suspicions are lifted.”
[Hinai chicken. I heard they're tasty.]
“No, I can’t have that. Let me give you something in apology…”
“I got it. You can have any book you like.”
He truly was an honest guy. It’s amazing that he made it this far as a businessman.
“No… we can’t…”
I said apologetically, but,
“Really!? Do you have ** Mania then?”
Saijoh-kun said.
Idiot!
If we accepted, then it would be “fraud,” so I poked Saijoh-kun hard.
What is “** Mania” anyway? Is it another one of those??
You have to be some kind of high schooler to trick a bookstore owner, and on top of that, get a porno mag.
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