So, I go out to eat this evening and as soon as I walk in the door, the Korean waitress announces to all in the place that I’m from Hell.
Yes, hell.
Not only that, but I’m the devil.
I’m trying to figure out what she’s talking about, and she explains that she had just been telling another customer, who’s also a photographer, about me, and then I just walked in.
Confused for a moment, I figure out her context — she’s starts grabbing her ear and saying it was on fire, all the while pointing at me and professing to all, “You the devil! You from Hell.”
Obviously, the customers weren’t feeling all that comfortable with the revelation.
“Oh, were my ears burning?” She nods.
“You mean ‘speak of the devil’?” I inquire.
“Yes! Yes! You the devil. You from hell!”
Well, damn.