After getting dressed and positioning for pictures, Donald was informed that I had picked a servant uniform for him, and that I was part of the elite. Oops.
After the organized pictures, the young boy that was dressed for the demonstration came up to me and asked me why I was hiding. I was so confused about why he thought I was hiding that I failed to realize he spoke perfect English. And the thing you have to realize is that there are a decent amount of people fluent in English. But they say enGRISH, or flogs instead of frogs or milkoo instead of milk or jew and not zoo…so I complimented his skills, and then with as much of a western voice as me, he said, “oh thanks, korean is actually my 2nd language.” I assumed this was an authentic Korean family that they brought in to show us. But this guy only sees this lady and grandma (not pictured) and little girl (not pictured) about once a month. So basically its his side gig. He does it for free resume points and his actual family owns an English school in Busan. Moral of the story? Don’t judge a book by its cover.