We met our first asshole of the trip. At the Sculpture Garden, there was a white man speaking Chinese to his 2 children and allowing them to climb all over the enormous sculptures. Never mind the “Don’t climb on the sculptures” signs posted everywhere. Well, our kids saw this and wanted to climb. I quietly said, “We’re going to respect the artists and not climb on their art.” Doodle then screamed, “But dose dirls are timbing!” The man noticed us and I said, “Well, they’re on a different program than us.” The man looked over, pointing to his kids and said, “Aah, they’re just a couple of idiots!”
We all stared at him and I retorted, “What an awful thing to say!” He gave me a ‘whatever’ look and we all walked off kind of shaken.
I immediately told Niece about our experience teaching English in South Korea many moons ago. While we enjoyed getting to know most of the American/Canadian expat “sang-seh-nihm” (Korean word for “teacher”), there were the few expat a-hole males there, who were on a mission to find a submissive Asian woman, and then proceed to boss her around for the rest of her life. I heard the guy utter all of one sentence and I would have bet $1,000 bucks he was one of said a-holes.
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