"English Teacher?"
I respond in my pathetic Korean "Nay" which in turns results in an uproar of laughter as if I had said something so positively hilarious the only result would be to piss ones pants.
I muster up a kind half smile half "eat shit" grin as the crazy man starts rambling in Korean to me. Evidently my simple "yes" in Korean meant that I was fluent in his native language. "No-korean" I said over and over again while he just talked and talked as if we were old friends playing catch up. He also had his arm around the passenger seat looking back at me in the back seat while maintaining eye contact during this conversation instead of watching the road. Every so often he would say something that would really crack himself up as I just pitty laughed along. Finally at a very short lull in his nonsensical ramblings I yanked out my ipod craving the escape my music could provide. He then looked back at me again and started singing Korean songs louder and more obnoxious than any human being should be permitted to sing at. Apparently he disapproved of my musical choices and felt the need to entertain me with his. This lasted until I reached my destination (20 minutes later). I felt obligated to tip him, he was very proud of himself. My ears haven't been the same since. I also don't really like Korean music.
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