Unfiltered Story #135416

, , | Unfiltered | January 3, 2019

(We are cleaning up after a day of work. My mother also works here too. The owner is doing an intro with a family in a separate room. A woman, late 50’s to early 60’s, walks in. I overhear the following conversation between the woman and my mother)

Mom: Hi, can I help you?

Woman, staring at picture and short story of owner on the wall: The old owner, is he still alive? ( Note: the owner is in his early 60’s)

Mom: Uh, yeah, he’s actually talking to someone right now.

Woman: Yeah, but the original owner. Is he still alive? Did he pass away?

Mom: Like I said, he’s right in this room, but he’s talking to someone right now, so he isn’t available.

Woman: Where is he from?

Mom: Huh?

Woman: Where is he from? Like, what country?

Mom: He’s from here. He’s from the US.

Woman: Ok, I was just hoping I could enroll my son-in-law.

Mom: Ok, who is he?

Woman: The son of the President of the United States.

(I didn’t hear the rest of the conversation because of my cleaning duties, but the seemingly insane (for lack of a better word; she was very calm and quiet) woman left, without her “son-in-law” getting enrolled. My mother later told this to the owner after his intro.)

Owner: She actually came in here a while ago. She said she wanted to enroll her brother. When I asked who he was, she pointed to Chuck Norris on the wall. (He referred to his photographs of him shaking hands with Chuck Norris on the wall next to spectator’s benches. He just told us that If she came in here again with another lie to tell her to leave and not come back. It’s only been a few days since this happened and I’m waiting for her return.)

An Arms-Length Away From Disaster

| Friendly | April 16, 2017

I took Karate classes in elementary school. One time when I was around 10, I was sparring with a younger classmate. I threw a punch, which stopped a hair’s breadth away from his nose. I could feel his breath on my knuckles and we froze for a moment, both of us staring wide-eyed at my fist. My Sensei ended the round, awarded me the point, and complimented me on my excellent use of control.

I was too embarrassed to admit that control had nothing to do with it. My arm was fully extended; if I’d had a longer arm or been standing an inch closer, he would have had a broken nose, and I would have been doing push-ups for weeks.

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| Learning | August 5, 2016

(The founder of my taekwondo club has two children, both of whom are also taekwondo practitioners. The oldest daughter, who is ten, is polite and well-behaved, but the youngest son, who is six, is one of the worst spoiled brats I’ve ever met. He is always acting like he owns the place, doing whatever he pleases, and, when he was younger, throwing huge tantrums whenever he didn’t get his way. I’ve always disliked him because of this, but felt bad about it on account of his young age. I haven’t talked about it with others because nobody else seems bothered by him and might consider a talking-to interfering with parenting. This evening, I and one of the other taekwondo teachers are instructing the more experienced kids, and the son is among them.)

Teacher: *brings out a rope ladder* “Okay, time for warm-ups! To start with, run across this ladder as fast as you can and take two steps in every gap!”

Son: “No! One step!”

Teacher: “[Son], please just do as I say.”

Son: “NO! I only wanna do one step!”

Teacher: “[Son], just listen to me and do these warm-ups.”

(The son tries to protest a bit more, but eventually gives up. The rest of the warm-ups go off without a hitch, and real training session can begin. The kids are divided into pairs, we hand out the focus mitts to them, and they start practicing. Once the groups are done, they sit down onto the floor. The son, however, sits on his pair of mitts, which we aren’t allowed to do as they break faster.)

Teacher: “[Son], get off those mitts. You can’t sit on them.”

Son: “NO! I want to sit on them!”

Teacher: *getting fed up* “[Son], get off those mitts right now, or do 10 pushups!”

Son: *smugly* “You can’t tell me what to do, because [Founder] is the best one here. I can do whatever I want here, and you can’t stop me.”

(The other teacher reacts to this by essentially throwing his arms up in the air and checking on the other students. Overhearing this, I actually get pretty angry, so I walk up to the son.)

Me: “[Son], if you sit on the mitts, they break! And when they break, you won’t have anything left to kick on, and that’s not much fun, is it?!”

Son: *pouts* “Fiiiine!”

(He didn’t sit on the mitts for the rest of the evening, but I felt a little less bad about disliking him since. I’ve realized that this has reached a point where we actually have to talk to his parents, as I shudder to think of what’ll happen once he actually starts school…)

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Adopting A New View On Nannies

| Friendly | June 7, 2016

(I spent a year as a live-in nanny for a very nice Korean family. They’d had triplets after years of trying to get pregnant, and when the kids turn 4 years old the mom decides she wants to start training to pick her career back up when they reach school age. So, I move in to help out. It is a great deal; I receive weekly pay with free room and board, and Sundays off. One of my responsibilities is to take the kids to their dance and martial arts lessons. This happens after I’ve been nannying for them for about two months.)

Me: *taking the kids’ shoes off so they can run onto the training mat area* “Okay, have fun! I’ll be right over here where the chairs are. Bye!”

(I say small words like “hello,” “goodbye,” and “please” in Korean because their parents want them to be bilingual. The three kids, two girls and a boy, run off to join their martial arts class. This class is primarily karate based.)

Random Woman: *drops her kid off and comes over to me* “I just wanted to say that I think it’s great what you’re doing!”

Me: “Excuse me?”

Random Woman: “You are so generous! Adopting those three babies from their impoverished country to give them a better life here! Bless you!”

Me: *I’m only twenty-one and it’s clear how young I am* “Um… I didn’t adopt—”

Random Woman: “And you’re even preserving their culture by bringing them here and using some of their native words!”

Me: “Okay, ma’am, first of all this is a karate class, which is primarily from Japan. Those kids are Korean, and the traditional martial art of Korea is taekwondo. Second thing, I didn’t adopt them; I’m probably not even eligible to adopt anyone right now. I’m their nanny.”

Random Woman: “What?! An Asian family with a white nanny?!”

Me: “Yes… it’s a great job. ”

Random Woman: *starts turning red* “Well, I… humph!”

(She goes across the room to wait for her kid to finish class. My three kids come running over to me. They call me “Imo,” a Korean word for “Aunt”.)

Kids: “Imo! Imo! Did you see us?”

Me: “Yep, you all did great! Who wants to go home and have some frozen yogurt?”

Kids: “Me, me, me!”

(As we were leaving I heard the woman’s kid whining about getting frozen yogurt, and I had to smile a little bit.)

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Tae Kwon Do Or Do Not, There Is No Try

| Learning | April 20, 2016

(I help out in Tae Kwon Do classes. In this particular class, it’s one student’s turn at the kicking drills, but he’s playing around. It takes me a moment to get his attention, but finally he comes up to kick.)

Student: “Oh, sorry. I was just choking [Other Student]!”

(I should note that he wasn’t actually threatening the other student, so I kept my response mild.)

Me: “We don’t choke other people, sir.”

Student: “No, I meant I was FORCE choking him!”

Me: “We don’t force choke others, either.”

Student: “No, I mean like in Star Wars!”

Me: “I know what you meant. We still don’t do it here.”

(The boy stares at me in utter astonishment.)

Student: “Wait. You know STAR WARS?!?”

Me: “Yes, but right now we’re kicking. Like this…”

(I demonstrate the kicking drill, which emphasizes maintaining balance.)

Student: “I can’t do that! I’m going to fall!”

Me: “Use the Force to keep your balance… “

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