the chutzpa

It was a typical day at the kindergarden; kids screaming after we told them to be quiet for the third time, a mess in the classroom. After Sam came up to me to ask me where the paper towels were I made a mental note to ask Yakov for more. Two minutes later, Yakov walks in. I tell him in Hebrew that we need paper towels. Since I don't know how to say paper towel in Hebrew I pointed to the paper towel holder. He said we only get one of those and i said "No, not that." and made the motion of rolling up paper towel. Then he understood. He told me he will get it now. After 45 minutes had passed and no sign of paper towels, I decided to look for him. I searched in the hallways; upstairs and downstairs. No Yakov. I then checked the office. There he was, sitting with a secretary. I ask him where the paper towels are, we need them! He pulls out his keychain with ten keys, and holds it out, leaving them all hanging, except for the one that belongs to the closet. Only understanding every other word, he told me "Go get them, they are in the closet..." I tell him "- No, i can't do it. I'm with the kids now," and I return to my class. It's not my job to do these kind of things, I wanted to tell him. Thirty minutes later he comes in with the set of six large paper towel rolls. Good, I don't have to deal with him for another few weeks.