Yesterday, as I was leaving the gym, I made eye contact with a Korean woman and her friend who gave me a skeptical look. I just thought she was disgusted with my foreign-ness, so I calmly waited for the elevator. As all three of us loaded in, I was listening to my music and minding my own business. We pushed our buttons and off we went. Through the sound of the song, I thought I heard the word "shit." I looked up and the ladies were giggling. Again, they started making eye contact with me-- only this time it had a purpose. No, not to make me feel out of place, but a questioning one. I noticed that she was talking to me, so I took out my ear phone. "Shit (hee hee hee) is that how you say it? S-H-I-T?" I replied with, "Shit?" "Yes, shit!" "Yes, that's a word." Still acting like little school girls, the one who did all the English speaking said, "Is that a bad word? That's the only word she knows (giggle giggle)." My hesitant response was, "I mean, it's not a good word." Ding, the elevator stopped. The door opened and as I walked out the only thing I heard was laughter and "shit."
Stay true, stay real.
H.
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