[show day. 1]

today was a very uneventful day at the show. so i'm talking to a client. he's very old, bald, and a little fat. looks like mean gene okurland (old school wwf commentator)
client: i mean you got to make the best of the days right?
me: yeah man it gets pretty boring
client: hey man you like jokes?
me: yeah i like jokes
client: like JOKES jokes?
me: sure.
client: gimmie your notepad and pen.
me: kay.
i gave him my legal pad and pen.
client: i want a 19.3% discount on your services
me: what?
and the next thing shocked me. with the numbers 1, 9, 3 and the ".", he drew a fucking huge penis on my notepad. no shitting you i promise. A HUGE FUCKING PENIS! like what the fuck man! its my fucking note pad! at a CONFERENCE!
me: ha..ha...
client: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH
me: oh...19.3...hahaha i get it....

WHAT THE FUCK. for the first time in my life, i felt like the mature one in the conversation.

so for some reason, whenever i'm in a conversation with strangers, 90% of the time its about my race. and we talk about korea and shit.

stranger: you eat kimchee?
me: eh sometimes. i don't really like it.
stranger: oh man i love kimchee. that spice. you koreans are geniuses for making that.

its not racist at all, but good to hear. but what the fuck. you white people think kimchee is the best korean dish. GALBI is the best shit. or nengmyun.
thats like if we were in korea, we would talk like this.

me: you eat salad?
stranger: eh sometimes. i don't really like it.
me: oh man i love salad. that ranch dressing. mmmmmmmm. you white people are geniuses.

oh man that should be part of my stand up.