Koreans & Church

While I was waiting for The Sergeant, a Korean hairdresser walked out into the waiting room (presumably to see how many people were waiting to be serviced). She glanced at me, did a double take, nonchalantly meandered to the seat in front of me, picked up the newspaper, and asked, "Are you Korean?" The rest of the conversation went as follows:

Eun: Yes, I am Korean.

Kim: Ah, ahnyounghasaeyo.

Eun: Ahnyounghasaeyo. I don't speak Korean, I was adopted.

Kim: Ah, you were adopted?

Eun: Yes.

Kim: You very pretty.

Eun: Thank you.

Kim: I saw you, you so pretty, I did not know if you were Korean or not.

Eun: Are Koreans ugly or something? Yes, I'm Korean, and thank you.

Kim: You go to church?

Eun: Yes.

Kim: That's good. Where you go?

Eun: I attend church in Pennsylvania; I'm from Pennsylvania.

Kim: Ah, Pennsylvania? You should come to my church.

Eun: I bet it's a Korean church. Where do you go to church?

Kim: It's not far. How long you here?

Eun: Only until next week. I'm with him *gestures to nondescript area on the other side of the wall.*
Kim: When he leave?

Eun: Next week.

Kim: Next week?

Eun: Yes.

[The Sergeant finally enters the waiting room.]

Kim: You should come to church. They have translators. Hold on. *disappears into barber shop*

Eun: First, "Are you Korean?" Then, "You go to church?" They're all the same, and they think I'm one of them! We need a huge picture of Jesus.

Kim: *presents pamphlet and continues to give us directions to the Korean church* I hope to see you soon!

The end.