Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Motorcycle grandMas.
I live near the end of a dead street that feels more like an alleyway than a street. Just a hundred feet from my building is a busy intersection. As I walked toward the busy intersection a Korean woman with sharply painted lipstick who looked to be in her sixties excitedly said “Hello” I said hello back as I walked past her. She quickly responded with “Goodbye” and then an older man on a motorcycle rolled up out of nowhere. He looked at me and said with a big grin, “American Man!” The woman starts to mount his motorcycle and the man continues, “She….” And he pauses to find the words “…my wife.” And then he laughs and drives off. I guess some folks over here fear that the white man won’t be satisfied until he has every Asian woman – even the grandmothers.
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There are some nasty, horny-ass ajumas. Watch out for them or they will get you while you're drunk.
ReplyDeleteRob, Are you ever going to tell us basic stuff like who are you teaching, what is it like, what are you doing in the evenings, what kinds of amusements (other than drinking, I suppose) have you found, and, most importantly, what kinds of bulk buying are you managing to do at the local Costco without a car ( and did you join it?)
ReplyDeleteFor you Diane, I touched I included some teaching stuff in my latest blog.
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