"Like when that weird lady you wife had been talking to you ambushed you with a conversation that she concluded with her helpful opinion that eight times a year was way too frequent for a monthly seminar?"
Maybe it is translation, but Koreans often tell you that you must do something. And maybe it is translation, but Canadians don't like being told what to do.
My teeth clench, readying for violence. I see that Lisa's hands have fisted up-- thumb wrapped around the fingers, like I taught her, not tucked inside them.
"Hey," I say to the driver, "That lady is pretty nice looking. Maybe after you drop me off you should come back here and try to talk to her."
"When would you be available to come to the station?" "If it is next week, Tuesday is best. In the morning if possible." "What day and time? Morning or afternoon?"
"Sorry to bother you," I say, curiosity getting the best of me. "Are you praying to the bush, or the rock."
