It was fish.

Me (to my co-workers on my first day) I like fishing, but I don't like fish. I hope they're not serving fish.

Almost everybody who isn't Asian: I don't like fish either.

Everybody who is Asian plus two white people: I love fish.

The very next day.... and the day after that, and the day after that day and so on

Everybody who is Asian plus two white people: Yum, it's fish!

Everybody who isn't Asian and isn't me: I don't like fish but this alright and it's not squid.

Me: I don't like fish and seesawed soup, yuck.

Sharon: Not even salmon?

Me: No, not even salmon.

Jovenia: Seaweed is good for you.

Me: Seaweed tastes like fish

A few weeks later.

Someone says: There's a school lunch. It's puffer fish.

Me: Fish, yeah. And by that, I mean not yeah. How long is this lunch? (Meals can last four hours in Korea, so this is very a good question.)

Sharon: You and I can just eat the side dishes.

Me: Well, fish places often ad fish flavor to every side.

Fred: I know, it's it great.

Me: (at the restaurant after countless offers to try it) We'll at least I can say I ate puffer fish.

Everybody: How was it?

Me: It was fish, though to be fair, I can honestly say I had a near death experience.

John: About five people die worldwide every year from eating this fish. Hot dogs are way more dangerous.

Me: Damn it, John, you ruin everything.

Everybody: Also, why are you on the floor. It's time to leave.

(It's customary to eat on the floor, so being there was not the problem. Still being there was.)

Me: Soju. Lots of soju.