I'm standing at the edge of an outdoor Futsal court with Lisa watching Lucy play.

A man approaches with his family, and says in English, "Thank you for your service."

Koreans hold math teachers in high regard, I am aware of this, but it surprises me that he knows I am one.

"It's just a job." I say modestly, but also with an appreciative chuckle.

As I say this, though, I wonder if he just means 'Thanks for holding up that umbrella.' Because it is a big umbrella, and he is catching shade from it.

As I look up at my umbrella, his daughter asks him in Korean, "You know that man?"

"No," He says back, "That's just something you say to the American Military." Then he explains how he knew I was military, "They always have short hair."

"I'm not American Military." I say to him. "I'm neither American nor Military. I come by my baldness honestly." I add.

"Oh." he says. "You have a daughter on the team?" he changes the subject, gesturing at the court.

"Yeah," I say, point at Lucy, "That one."

"I can tell." He says. "She looks different."

"You look different." I say, "Get out of my shade." I take down the umbrella.

Lucy doesn't like to be different. And this guy doesn't know a math teacher when he sees one.

"I'm sorry, I ju–", the guys starts.

"Dismissed, Solder!" I bark.

I have nothing more to say to him.