Here are two DAK stories from travelling. A DAK is a Dumb Ass Korean. Studies show that there are nearly 47 million of them in the Land of the Moaning Clam alone.
I was in the departure lounge at the
After the woman returned to her station, the women went around trying to open other doors. I went up to the woman and asked her what the DAKs (Dumb Ass Koreans) were doing.
They wanted to smoke.
The woman said she told them they had to go upstairs and outside if they wanted to smoke and would have to pass the security scanners on the way back. DAKs are lazy though. They just kept trying to open doors. The Thai Air employee said that if they open a door and the siren goes off, she will let security deal with them. The woman added: "They are Korean. They are very strong at whatever they do." Indeed.
I knew that I had a friend in her, so I told her that I didn't want to sit next to any Koreans on the flight. She said she understood and blocked the seat next to me so that I didn't have to have a DAK sitting next to me on the way home.I have another good story. This was about 7 or 8 years ago and I was flying
I went to the bathroom and when I came back, a DAK woman was sitting on the aisle seat and on my blanket. I asked her to go back to her seat and she refused. She said she had a right to sit there. I told her no, it was not her assigned seat and she needed to go sit in her assigned seat. She refused. Her husband was lying down in the four seats that they had to themselves in a row adjacent to mine. I guess they had been plotting to grab my 3 seat set up as soon as I got up.
I was really tearing into this woman. I told her that it is strange and inappropriate to move and sit next to another man on a flight and that she was making me feel uncomfortable. People were watching and listening. I called the stewardess over and before I could tell her the problem, the stupid DAK started vehemently arguing her point to a then-startled stewardess. Dumb move. I asked the stewardess to have the woman move back to her assigned seat, and the stewardess asked the woman to return to her assigned seat and that she would see what she could do to get her more room.
Of course, everyone who was smart (i.e. not Korean) had already grabbed more space after the flight took off.
I got the dirty looks and they were talking shit about me in Korean repeatedly. That was cool. Singapore Air will serve you Heineken after Heineken if you don't act drunk. I drank my fill, periodically trying to pass out (which is nearly impossible for me to do on a plane). But I had the pillows behind my head, the eye mask on, the blankets all cozy around me, and a smirk on my face that I knew was driving them completely batshit nuts.
Good times, good times.