So today we were in NYC, at Liberty Island - sitting under a tree eating a snack and trying not waste away in the 100+ heat. Scott was somewhere climbing up Ms. Liberty's dress, and Christopher and I were doing the only sane thing, sitting very, very, still. A worker at the park came by, someone who had it worse than us. Dressed in dark, heavy clothing, gloves, and long sleeves. Awful. As he passed I smiled and said hello. That was my first mistake. He was of course friendly back, and came over and said "Ni Hao" to us. The only reason I even now what "Ni Hao" means, is because I know the line up on Nick Jr. from 7:30 a.m. till 5:30 p.m. Kai lan and all of her furry creature friends are adorable, don't get me wrong. Yet once again, we are mistaken for Chinese, and it just perplexes me. After I gave him a blank stare, he asked directly if we were Chinese. I said, "no" and of course he had to ask "well, are you Japanese?" I wanted to say, "no, sorry sir, but thanks for playing - instead of the grand prize on Guess the Asian, you win a one way ticket to ignorantville." But I was cordial, and replied, "We are Korean." So, we travel hundreds of miles North, and sit on the island that symbolizes our Nation's basic values, and I still have to be subject to man's utter stupidity.
