Tonight I received my second lecture from a Korean stranger. (The first was from a woman in the elevator saying I’ll get H1N1 if I wear shorts in winter) Tonight’s was from an older gym patron, and the last time we spoke, he asked about my heritage, and then he said his English wasn’t very good, all in Korean, of course. Well, he launched into this long diatribe about how I’m in Korea so I should speak Korean, that this isn’t the US and I can’t expect other people to understand English, and he seemed pretty pissed, like he had been waiting to say this for a while. And he just kept talking: I was dumbstruck, and didn’t question him, nor will I: he’s a tank. Yet another reason to learn Korean.