Office Monkey

THE MEANING OF LIFE
Arrived home late last night after salsa and drinks with D. Was planning on going straight up to bed but was (easily) convinced into having some 육개장 (yuk gae jang = soup) before doing so. Dad decided to join me and made some 자장면 (ja jang myun = instant noodle in black bean sauce). While my dad puttered between the fridge and liquor cabinet wondering what beverage would go best with his meal, I started into my soup.

The braces have turned me into a more polite diner. Gone are the days of shovelling food into a mouth of violent gnashing teeth and swirling tongue (oh, how i miss eating with reckless abandon). Now, its smaller bites, slower pace, and precise manouevring. Anyhoo, dad sat down with his beer and noticed my laboured chewing. He shook his head, and then in his teacher/priest/scholar voice he pronounced:

We live to eat.
You, cannot eat.
Your life- is meaningless.

Then he laughed and dug into his instant noodle.

Dad had actually been in a bit of a silly mood all night. On the ride home, he asked what I had been up to that evening. I told him that I had gone out to salsa.
“Sul-sa?” He asked in an overdone tone of naivete while purposely pronouncing it wrong. I nodded.
“How long did you sul-sa for?” he continued in his affected tone of innocent curiousity. About two hours, I tell him.
“Gee, that’s a long time to sulsa.” And then he chuckled to himself, clearly pleased with the set-up and execution of his bathroom humour pun (In Korean, sulsa means diarrhoea).

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