what is this, some kind of joke?

At a dinner party with three Canadians, an American, a Korean and two Aussies last night. (All we needed was a priest, a rabbi and a midget, and we’d have had the start of a good joke..)

Okay, so I was at a dinner party with three Canadians, an American, a Korean and two Aussies last night. A good night sharing funny stories about our respective Korean Experiences. Some crazy stuff has gone on! (After I told about the time I went to the naked Korean bath house and had my bottom spanked by an old Korean ajimah, my friend Mel told about the time she was in the ole naked bath house (obviously the perfect setting for some funny stories) and a Korean lady kept tapping her on her (naked) shoulder as she floated in the hot tea bath, wanting to practice English with her and asking if Mel could teach her children. Mel ended up finally getting out and escaping (naked) to the change rooms. The (naked) woman followed her. Again tapped Mel on the (naked) shoulder and asked for her phone number. Mel spun around, slapped her (naked) thighs and shouted “I don’t have a pen! Where would I put it?!”

Ahh.. Korea.

At the dinner party, someone mentioned that a nearby city now had a Walmart. In the midst of the conversation, my little boy pipes up with, “Ohh.. isn’t that where your necklace came from, Mum?”

“Uh.. no. That would be Tiffany. My necklace came from Tiffany, son.”

Twice.

But that’s another story.  🙂