Engrish cracks me up. There’s probably a joke in there somewhere — for those of you just joining the party, this is what I look like:
Yep. I’m Asian. I’m Asian and I laugh at Engrish.
In my defense, I’m adopted and only look the part — I don’t speak the language, I don’t care for the food, and I know the most basic parts of the culture, like, the country is full of Koreans and a lot of them are Buddhist.
[No, I am not from North Korea. That wouldn’t actually happen in real life.]
So the other day, whilst in Las Vegas, Husband and I went on a shopping spree. And by Husband and I, mostly what I’m getting at is that I bought a ton of clothes and dragged him around the Forum Shops till about 11:30 pm, despite his upset stomach, headache, and exhaustion. I know, I know, wife of the year. I’m expecting my award in the mail any day now.
At my favorite store — we’ll call it I&N so I don’t get sued or something (yeah, like corporations read my blog) — I found a cozy hooded sweatshirt. As it turns out, I am a real sucker for cozy hooded sweatshirts. So I bought it, not actually reading the text embroidered on the front. I figured it had something to do with athletics or college or school or any of the other arbitrary things manufacturers put on the front of hooded sweatshirts, and I didn’t mind.
In fact, it says, boldly, in all caps, “SINCE 48 ATHLETICS ESTABLISHED.”
I’m sorry, come again? Is that like a partial headline?