so I am sitting there on the ride into NYC and behind me was a Korean woman who felt she could speak on her cell phone the entire time. it is even a written rule – keep your calls short, don't annoy everyone. midway through the Lincoln tunnel the woman taps me on the shoulder and says, “I was supposed to get off at (insert stop).
“sorry, ma’am, too late now, but you will be ok, just a little later. there are lots of bus’s back out.”
the woman is speaking great English. I did some of my very limited Korean, which had her stop dead in her speaking, “oh dear, you mean that man might have understood all I was saying?”
I just mention to her, follow me, I will get you some help when we get off.
we get off, I walk over to the bus driver and try to explain what had happened and…
…the woman goes off on a b*tshit rant in Korean. it wasn’t a few words, but it was like a woman who was calm one moment earlier went into stressed out and angry Korean woman. it was so bad that I spoke Japanese with the only Asian words I knew for “calm down, please, calm down.”
the bus driver was from a Latin American/Caribbean country and looked at me, the stunned Korean woman understood what I said in Nihongo, and he said, “dang, where did you learn that.”
we walk on gate over, he tries to explain to the other driver, “can you take this woman back through the tunnel.” and the woman starts screaming a fit again in Korean.
so being the American, I simply yelled, “choto matte, kudasai!” in a forceful tone.
that calmed her down. mind you, I do understand being lost in a foreign country and not speaking the language – but this woman spoke excellent English, and for whatever reason or stress -she wasn’t listening, and was rambling off in Korean where two white guys and one black guy were looking at her, “ma’am, we mentioned not to worry, all is good, just get on this bus and you will be to your destination out of the tunnel in short time.”
now that I think about it, have you ever heard a a-10 chain gun going off? it is a burp sound as 6,000 rounds a minute fly out of the cannon. I swear she was firing off that many words in Korean until I just yelled, “choto matte, kudasai!” and then said goodbye, “ahynyaa kee ha sayoo.”
sometimes you try to simply help and it is a nightmare. such was story today. darned if you do – darned if you don’t.
I am in a starbucks and a fun group of Scottish tourists just spilled a frappuchino like it was a hand grenade going off. they appreciated the new drink. they keep asking about chocolate sprinkles…I wonder why?”
ps- forgive my hyphenation of korean and japanese…i never was a good speller