time for a new entry. lessee, this weekend i went to seoul to do last minute shopping in insadong before i leave in 1 week(!) not much to tell... however, i did have a particularly interesting 20 minutes;
i was crossing the street, had looked both ways when suddenly a guy on a scooter/motorcycle thing comes tearing around the corner at breakneck speed- headed straight for yours truly. somehow the front wheel grazed me, and then nthe guy hit the curb, sending him and the bike flying, sparks everywherem his helmet out into the middle of the road. apparentky i squealed loudly and girlishly. however, i luckily avoided any great injury, which i can only see as the work of some sort of divine intervention. just a bog bruise, and a scrape on me. the motorcycle guy was a mess, blood everywhere, but he just got on his scooter and raced off again after getting his bearings.
so. girlcat vs motorcycle. i win.
right after the accident this taxi driver pulled over to help. after scooter drove off, the taxi guy offered us a ride, which was good, because we needed one anyway. he kept asking if i was ok, and then gestured that i get to sit up front with him, with steph and her pal mike in back... as soon as i get in the taxi guy goes, " harley davidson??? you like???" and i look at the guy. he's dressed head to toe in harley gear. he gestures at my leather jacket, and my little knit cap with a skull on it. i agree that harley is cool. then in broken english he tells me that he likes my biker jacket. and that he has a harley, and he rides with a "group" near seoul. then he tells me he wants me to come tour with him, on the back of the bike, but i need to get leather pants to go with my jacket. i just keep nodding and agreeing, meanwhile steph and mike are chortling in the back, and encouraging the guy. then, taxi man, sensing he's on a roll, blurts out, " my english no good. but i know black man english. you know eddie murphy???" and we all say yeah, we know him... then this 45 year old korean taxi driver launches into a hilarious eddie murphy impression, bascially a lot of ghetto slang and obscenties. finally he looks at me and says, " gimme five, my brotha!" holding out his hand. i go to give him five, and he pulls his hand away fast and goes, " sheeeeeeeit, motherfucker!" and we all lost it. next, he tells us " before, i bad man. now. good man. " and proceeds to tell us that he once used to ship cocaine through several ports in korea. do we want any? no? well, ok, because now he is good man. then he tries to show me his tattoos, but can't get his sleeve rolled up very high. he assures us that he has his arms, chest and back covered in dragon tattoos. meaning, he was a major gangster. koreans don't have tattoos. only gangsters.
and that was that. i'll be home a week from today.
reasons i'm glad i'm coming home
#11. burt, who has the bees. and dr. bronner.
#10. anchor steam beer
#9. aspirin is available at convenience stores
#8. traffic laws are enforced
i was crossing the street, had looked both ways when suddenly a guy on a scooter/motorcycle thing comes tearing around the corner at breakneck speed- headed straight for yours truly. somehow the front wheel grazed me, and then nthe guy hit the curb, sending him and the bike flying, sparks everywherem his helmet out into the middle of the road. apparentky i squealed loudly and girlishly. however, i luckily avoided any great injury, which i can only see as the work of some sort of divine intervention. just a bog bruise, and a scrape on me. the motorcycle guy was a mess, blood everywhere, but he just got on his scooter and raced off again after getting his bearings.
so. girlcat vs motorcycle. i win.
right after the accident this taxi driver pulled over to help. after scooter drove off, the taxi guy offered us a ride, which was good, because we needed one anyway. he kept asking if i was ok, and then gestured that i get to sit up front with him, with steph and her pal mike in back... as soon as i get in the taxi guy goes, " harley davidson??? you like???" and i look at the guy. he's dressed head to toe in harley gear. he gestures at my leather jacket, and my little knit cap with a skull on it. i agree that harley is cool. then in broken english he tells me that he likes my biker jacket. and that he has a harley, and he rides with a "group" near seoul. then he tells me he wants me to come tour with him, on the back of the bike, but i need to get leather pants to go with my jacket. i just keep nodding and agreeing, meanwhile steph and mike are chortling in the back, and encouraging the guy. then, taxi man, sensing he's on a roll, blurts out, " my english no good. but i know black man english. you know eddie murphy???" and we all say yeah, we know him... then this 45 year old korean taxi driver launches into a hilarious eddie murphy impression, bascially a lot of ghetto slang and obscenties. finally he looks at me and says, " gimme five, my brotha!" holding out his hand. i go to give him five, and he pulls his hand away fast and goes, " sheeeeeeeit, motherfucker!" and we all lost it. next, he tells us " before, i bad man. now. good man. " and proceeds to tell us that he once used to ship cocaine through several ports in korea. do we want any? no? well, ok, because now he is good man. then he tries to show me his tattoos, but can't get his sleeve rolled up very high. he assures us that he has his arms, chest and back covered in dragon tattoos. meaning, he was a major gangster. koreans don't have tattoos. only gangsters.
and that was that. i'll be home a week from today.
reasons i'm glad i'm coming home
#11. burt, who has the bees. and dr. bronner.
#10. anchor steam beer
#9. aspirin is available at convenience stores
#8. traffic laws are enforced
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sounds like you had quite an exciting day. being the good american that i am, all i did was watch tv, eat beef, and drink a beer. go me