Knock Knock

I ordered a guitar for my wii a few days ago so I could rock to guitar hero for the first time. As the door went this morning I got dressed like a kid on Christmas morning and in case I wasn't quick enough I shouted 'One moment please' in my best Korean.

I opened the door to another set of jehovah witnesses. What a let down. Imagine the disappointment right there.

Turns out it is the daughter of the Mr. Park the last person to knock my door. She was obviously well trained in English, maybe even schooled abroad. Similar age as myself and didn't seem too nervous about holding a conversation with a foreign stranger. I told her I was an infidel and at least an agnostic in technical terms. She understood and produced two more magazines, this time in English. I sigh and explain I have to go to work in an hour and have no time for a 'chat'.

Her father may not of outright lied but surely having twice twisted English to suit his needs, it goes against the spirit of truth. First off he claims to be my 'neighbour'. Well only in the sense we live in the same city, or does he regard everyone as a neighbour? Then he has defined the word in his own terms. Secondly when he asked if I could give his daughter an English lesson it is all too evident that he was seeking a way to spread his views through his English speaking daughter. Her English was pretty much perfect and she made no pretence that she was at my door to proselytise her faith.