me: *reading on the subway*
dude: your clothes good. you must not be English teacher.
me: thank you, and no I am not an English teacher.
dude: what you do?
me: I'll answer that after you ask the man next to you what he does for a living.
dude: what?
me: ask the man on the other side of you what he does for a living.
dude: why?
me: why not?
dude: but he's Korean!
me: so let me get this straight. you are willing to interrupt me, a Canadian, even though you can see that I am reading a book, to ask me what I do for a living, but you won't do the same thing to a Korean?
dude: ummmmm
me: I mean this in the most polite way, but it really motherfucking bothers me that you think it is totally fucking cool to bother me, but not the other people on this train. Again, in the most cordial way possible, I'd like you to go fuck yourself and never talk to me again. Is that clear?
dude: Cordial?
me: I'm going to continue reading this book. When I look up to scout for hotties, you better not be looking at me.
dude: You don't act like a teacher either. *gets up and fucks off*
Oct 14th
the door: *knock knock* *knock knock*
me: hmmmmm?
the door: *knock knock* *knock knock*
me: *opens door* hello?
churchies: *shocked that a non-korean answered the door*
me: Yes?
churchies: Ummm, hi. We believe in Jesus Christ. We want share Jesus Christ.
me: What? I don't understand.
churchies: You know Jesus Christ?
me: No...I can't say I know what that is.
churchies: Not what! He is the son of god!
me: Yeah...I really don't know what you are talking about. I don't speak Korean very well, I'm sorry.
churchies: Jesus!
me: Do you understand me?
churchies: I think so.
me: So when I say I don't fucking understand what the fuck you are talking about you understand what im talking about?
churchies: ...
me: Ok.
churchies: Ok, bye, have a nice day.
me: YO! WAIT UP!
churchies: *eyes wide, excited* Yes!?!?
me: Since you're going down, could you throw this near the garbage area? It's really starting to smell!
churchies: ....
me: Good samaritan?
churchies: *takes stinky garbage bag and leaves*
Oct 11th
*sitting on the subway reading*
me: *look up from my book*
me: UGH!
woman: *squeezing a pimple on her boyfriends cheek*
the boyfriend: *stares straight at me*
me: UGH!
the boyfriend: *stares straight at me*
woman: *wipes the puss onto his v-neck*
me: UGH!!
the boyfriend: *stares straight at me, and mumbles something to his gf*
woman: Oh really?
the boyfriend: *stares straight at me, and smiles*
woman: *starts picking his nose*
me: UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GROSS!
the boyfriend: *stares straight at me*
woman: *turns to me, and gives me a look that says "ummm, what's the problem?"*
me: that's the grossest thing I have seen in a long time.
woman: whatever.
the boyfriend: *stares straight at me, and smiles smuggly*
me: does she wipe your ass after you shit?
the boyfriend: now that's an idea!!
woman: YUCK! NO WAY!
me: you think wiping his ass is gross, but squeezing at zits and picking his nose on the subway is cool? you're fucked.
the boyfriend: hey, watch what you say about my gf.
me: oh you're fucked too, don't worry. you're perfect together. when the time is right, you should give her an angel kiss.
woman: that sounds cute!
the boyfriend: what's that?
me: google it. it's right up both your alleys. gross motherfuckers
me: *continue reading*
Oct 5th