When I was in Korea and in my wife's home town of Taegu, we were visiting an open air market to buy me a traditional Korean suit and buy something to bring home to eat. Along our tour thru the market this Korean man, who looked somewhat like odd job in Sean Connery's Goldfinger, walked up to me and stuck his had out to shake. Well, what the hell, I'm a friendly guy so I took his hand to shake it. He clamped down on my hand like an industrial vice. His hand was massive like a catcher's mitt. I couldn't break free. Then he wanted to see my glasses which I denied in fear that he would destroy the only glasses I had with me on that trip. He hung onto my hand relentlessly for what must have been 15 to 20 minutes. A lot of shop owners started chatting to each other relentlessly. Later, much later, my wife said they were saying someone help this American man. Even they knew I was in trouble. One beefy Korean came over and tried to pull us apart but he couldn't. After a while my tormentor left and my wife and I went to the nearest hard liquor bar where I had two or three stiff drinks just to settle my nerves. I sure could've used you. We figure that he thought my wife was a rented wife just for my vacation. He should have seen my wedding ring.
