T1B

I've met a lot interesting people.
Too bad I only know what they're saying about 10% of the time.

One time I was waiting at a crowded train station in Seoul.
'Felt' an older gent, maybe 65-or-so, staring at me for quite a long time.
So I finally just glanced his way, very short eye contact, thinking to myself, "Wtf's your deal, guy? Yeah, I'm white."
And as if the eye contact was somehow my invitation to him ...... he came right up to me.

Oh great ....

Old man got himself RIGHT up by my face, continuing to stare ....... at my nose.
Then he just said, plain as day, "You've got a pretty nose."

bwaaa ....

How the hell can you respond to that?


When I'm outside kids sometimes come up to me, wanting to try to chat me up in English.
It's either sort of a 'novelty' for them to actually talk to an American, or they see it as a chance to practice what they've learned.
It's cool, and I'm happy to give 'em a few minutes time.
It's as rare as a if they make it past, Hello, nice to meet you, I'm ... such and such ... ....

And so it was today when a group of 5 or 6 middle school types came up and started rattling off their quasi-English lingo.
Per norm, their batteries ran out in short order, and that was it ...... or so I thought.

I said goodbye to them and then walked down the sidewalk.
Got about 100 ft away when I heard some clamoring, and then one of them yelling up toward me, ......

Hey, fucking you ......
You, yeah, hey, fucking you ......
Fucking you .......
Fucking you .......
Fucking you ...

I didn't look back.

None of 'em were over 5'4".

I won't forget.
I will prevail.

Sounds to me like you were runned.

poptart wrote: Hey, fucking you ......
You, yeah, hey, fucking you ......
Fucking you .......
Fucking you .......
Fucking you ...

you should have kicked his ass then and there.....

I'm pretty disappointed tart.....

Next time, you should show up wearing a Raiders "outfit"

poptart wrote: Old man got himself RIGHT up by my face, continuing to stare ....... at my nose.
Then he just said, plain as day, "You've got a pretty nose."

bwaaa ....

How the hell can you respond to that?

how 'bout "yeah, you got a pretty nose too fella and if you wanna keep it that way, you'll step off"

Roach wrote:Well I got runned. Once.

This is no shit. Eleven years ago in Tangier, Morocco (I was there on a cruise ship), we took a slightly extended side trip away from the main tour group. Now the dirty little bastards there have no sense of personal space anyway, so they are all ways too close. But before I know it, I'm getting my shoes shined and they want $20. And there's about 20 of the verminous turds all standing around with ali akbar grins.

I pay and back track fast to the group.

nahh, you didn't get runned. you got pwned. there's a difference.

poptart wrote: I said goodbye to them and then walked down the sidewalk.
Got about 100 ft away when I heard some clamoring, and then one of them yelling up toward me, ......

Hey, fucking you ......
You, yeah, hey, fucking you ......
Fucking you .......
Fucking you .......
Fucking you ...

Maybe it was a fashion statement. Did you steal one of these from KC Paul?

'Felt' an older gent

I chuckled!

***

He may not have been caling you out.

If he follwed the "you've got a pretty nose" with squeal like a panda", I would say you have to worry...

*****

I used to live in Europe and when my neighbor's son used to talk to me in English. He prefaced every noun with fuckin and occasionally threw in a niggah.
After a few weeks I asked him why he always says swore.

He told me that he "fuckin learned how to speak from listening to fuckin American Music, my niggah".

F-bombing flange-faced kid- 1
Poopfart- 0

The guy was gazing at you 'Tart.

Hell, in his culture, the two of you were practically engaged.

poptart wrote: None of 'em were over 5'4".

Okay then ,sounds like you had at least two inches on him...it's all good.

mvscal wrote:Ha! Pa'tah num'ah ten. Fukkee you, GI.

Rack

poptart wrote:Then he just said, plain as day, "You've got a pretty nose."

bwaaa ....

How the hell can you respond to that?

You should compliment him on how purty his mouth is.

My Pop was stationed in Korea the year after the war ended. He said some of the Korean wiseguys would come up to the American soldiers and insult them in Korean, smiling and bowing politely the whole time.

My Pop, however, knew some of the language. So when a guy came up to him on the street, smiling, bowing, and saying "Nigimi ship e dah!" (You're a motherfucker), my Dad snarled and gave him the death ray and chased him down the street. Poor Korean guy just about shit his pants.

Uncle Fester wrote:My Pop was stationed in Korea the year after the war ended.

My Dad came really close to adopting a Korean orphan. I don't remember any stories about him throwing kids down a well.

I'm not taking my fucking shoes off indoors for nobody.

Sin,

The greatest ferigner fight story ever (at about the 2:00 minute mark):

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poptart's white?

Not to mention overly tall, and a race traitor.

sin,

AP

Uncle Fester wrote:My Dad came really close to adopting a Korean orphan. I don't remember any stories about him throwing kids down a well.

But if he did throw a kid down a well, they'd have to call on the Korean version of Lassie to rescue the poor little zip. Unfortunately, Lassie ends up in a wok, and the kid's remains are found 20 years later. The end.

I don't know how many years I've been spending my time off when overseas in a flat in Bow in the East End of London, yet, every freaking time I'm there the same women bring their kids around to see an honest to goodness "Texan" and want to hear me freaking say "ya'll" and want to know we still ride horses to town. Which many people I know actually do, anyway.

We've got a small gated garden out front and it's a pretty busy walking area with the Roman Road market close by and many of the "birds" that want to hear me say "ya'll" are some hot ass East End tarts wearing fake fur and I'm completely open to that, however, my old lady stands at the french doors and watches to make sure I don't jump the perimeter.

I'm pretty sure it's electrified but don't have the balls to try it out.

I'm just bored today so I thought I bore you losers too.