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.

"A python," I muse to myself, "I thought they were constrictors."

"Oh, yeah." Eunjoo admits, uncharacteristically, "I got confused."

"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."

I'm walking through campus on my way home. A man dressed as though he has been doing construction approaches and asks me directions to the North Gate. It happens more than it should.  Koreans in Korea

Occasionally I wear a suit jacket to remind people how handsome I am. Getting ready for work in the morning, I put on jeans and a jacket.   As I am about to leave, Lisa stops me and yells,