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Stupid Waegook

I was out with a couple of girls last night, enjoyed some dinner and then we decided to head back to one of the girl's houses for a few drinks.

As we entered the convenience store, I, said as plain as day and as loudly as any waegook can,


which means thank you.

What I meant to say was


which means hello.

And the girl just smiled. You know that tolerating-you-because-you-don't-know-the-language-you-dork-face.

And me and my two friends burst out into laughter.

Because all we could think was imagine, being back in England, or Ireland or Canada and working the night shift at a convenience store and some stupid foreigner comes in and just yells

"Thank you!"

And I decided what would make it better was to try and EXPLAIN to the girl that I MEANT to say ANNYONG HASEYO but what I SAID was KAM-SA-HAM-A-NEED-A and like I totally DO KNOW the language and...

that just made my friends laugh even more.

Because that just kinda made it worse. Cause this poor girl who makes minimum wage and gets even LESS holiday probably then the no holiday that everyon else gets DOESN'T REALLY CARE what I say. She just wants me to buy something so the store makes money so she has a job....

And even though it was a stupid thing to do I hadn't laughed like that in awhile and my gut was happy that I was a stupid waegook.

THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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