Well, we have learned a few things in the past few days. Number one, if you're going to eat chicken feet, you need to cut out the bones.
That's right. We sat down at a restaurant, ordered the cheapest familiar thing (familiar only in that it said "dalk," which means chicken) and were rewarded with dalk pal....CHICKEN FEET. Very nutritious, according to both Garrett and my co-teachers. However, when the waitress saw that we weren't using the scissors to cut out the bones, and I, instead, was just going "Oh, god, why are there so many bones...*spit,*" she came over and showed us. But, really, we thought she just cut off the toes. So, we started cutting off the toes (too bad not really much/any of the bones are actually in the toes), so we just kept puttering along very confused thinking "why the hell did she cut off the feet?" It was only when my coteacher explained that we figured it out. OOOooooh. It all makes sense, now.
Why is there no picture for this?
We didn't have the camera, alright. How the hell were we suppose to know we'd order feet!
Then, today we went for lunch at a (local? national? no idea) chain restaurant. We had eaten at another location (that had completely different food, by the way) for dinner, no problem. But, this afternoon, immediately after we ordered, the woman responded simply by saying, "pay." I responded, "uuuuuuuuuuhhh." Again, "pay," and eventually Garrett fished out some money and she went on. So, yeah, sometimes you need to pay when you order at sit down places. We thought, maybe we're just sketchy white people, so we had to pay first, but no. Everyone else paid right away, as well. KNOWLEDGE ACQUIRED.
Similarly, most stores have sales associates floating EVERYWHERE. Are you looking at make-up? "ANNYEONG-HASEYO. (Korean, korean, korean, something. Can I help you?)." They hover. THEY HOVER LIKE PROS. You are not expected to look around on your own. Too bad I never know what they're saying, or what to say back. One day, a woman helped me pick out sunglasses. I thanked her and went on my merry way to the cash. Garrett called me back. The sales lady looked a little confused. She motioned to the "20$" sign and made some gestures. Seriously? I'm suppose to pay right here? I'm seriously in the atrium of the store, and there are cash registers right inside---no? I pay right here? Okay. Luckily she wasn't offended or anything. She, instead, handed me a free yellow bandana, as if to say "good try, wayguk." Well, thanks, sales lady. I now where that bandana all the time :)
Oh, yes, my favorite. Something Vicki will probably find funny. The other day, the 3rd graders were learning how to say things like "she is tall," and "he is nice."
Also, it should be noted, our speakers are really crappy. They make a huge fuzzy tick when turned on and off.
So, the recorded dialogue went:
girl: This is my sister.
guy: Wow, your sister is very beautiful. Sheee----(the teacher turned off the speakers)----ttt.
SO, the guy (to my ears) said: Wow, your sister is very beautiful. ShIIIIITTTTT....
I had to try really hard to not laugh.
Also, ENGRISH! (well, more so lost in translation)
T-shirts include:
45 year old wearing a "I PARTY HARD" shirt,
and 8 year-old wearing "I want to make love to you in New York"
wtf????
How where the chicken feet and would you eat them again?
ReplyDeleteThey actually weren't bad! Very, very spicy, though. The annoying part was that the cartilage of the joints was still in them and made it hard to chew. I later learned that we were supposed to suck the meat off and spit out the boney bits. Lesson learned :S. That being said, it was moreso a meal of chicken skin than actual meat.
ReplyDeleteFunny thing: Hannah's Korean co-teacher thinks eating feet is repulsive.