Three years ago I was in Calgary wandering around China town in the morning with my mom. The old folks there were screaming or saying “Jo-san!” and I kept on glancing thinking my mom or somebody who knows me is calling me. I got weirded out when it seems to consistently happen. “Jo-san!” here, “Jo-san” there “Jo-san….” everywhere! My mom never taught me chinese so I asked in frustration “What the hell is going on? How come everybody seems to know me here, though they’re not acknowledging my presence?”. My mom casually replied “Oh yeah… your name means ‘good morning’ in chinese” Wow. I never knew until 3 years ago.