At a Ramen Restaurant…
Student: This is a famous ramen restaurant…
Me : Oh really! You know I walk by here every day and never noticed it.
Student: It’s owned by a North Korean!
Me: A Korean? A North Korean? You mean South…
Student: I mean North. North Korea.
Me: Wow! Did he Defect?
Student: Defect? Nani sore?
(Student whips out a handy electronic dictionary)
Student: Oh! No, he was born here.
Me: He was born where? Here, here? In Yokohama?
Student: I don’t know. He was born in Japan.
Me: Then…isn’t he Japanese?
Me: Has he ever been to North Korea?
Student: I don’t know
Me: Can he even speak Korean?
Student: I don’t know.
Me: Ok…this is delicious by the way. Thanks for showing me this spot.
Student scratches head and smiles.
Student: Everybody knows he’s North Korean.
Me: Ok…I’m sure he is. Only, in America, if you’re born there then you’re American.
Student: This is not America.
Me: That’s for sure…American Ramen can’t touch this!