Jesus God, have the last 72 hours just sucked more ass than any other period in my life?
Friday was great. I'm seeing this very nice girl in Seoul who's probably way out of my league... 2 years at UCLA, Bachelors in Psychology, contemplating on either Doctorate in same or a Law degree. Too cute to be hanging out with a foreigner like me, to boot. We dance the night away, have a few drinks, set plans for a romantic dinner next weekend. Great 2nd date. Unfortunately, things start falling apart there.
Her friend, who was supposed to come with us along with her b/f got dumped the night before I show up. So while we're doing our thing, she starts getting drunk as piss. Which means that, around 5:00 AM, my lady has to drive her friend home. So, I depart for the hotel I wanted to stay at.
Unfortunately, the hotel is amazingly full. So, moving quickly to dodge the military police patrols in that part of Seoul, I dodge into one of the motels my friends and I stay at every once and a while. Except, this time, I am all alone...
I wake up 6 hours later, and start making my to the base. I get there, and reach in my wallet to pay for a bus ticket back to Osan AB. But wait! All my money is gone! As I start trying to figure out what went on last night, I go to use the nearby ATM machine. Before I even get a receipt, I know something is amiss... I only had 2 beers and a $5 dollar cab ride, which would have left me with $80. Sure enough, my debit card is... SURVEY SAYS... dead freaking empty.
The MPs can't do anything because it occurred off-base. The Korean police state that until they can analyze his receipts, it's my word against his. When they ask him for the receipts... big surprise there, there's a new roll and everyone from their department is treating it as too much trouble to trace where this guy pays out. "More than likely, it's international, which means the case could drag out forever, etc." they say.
Of course, for safety reasons, I hadn't brought credit cards or any other crap with me. So it takes me over 3 hours to get Western Union $$$ from one of my friends to get home. The company that keeps a safe-deposit box with all my emergency valuables is closed this weekend. I'm broke on Saturday night.
Sunday morning, I know from the get go that I'm getting sick. What I don't expect is that I will get no sleep that night, as my throat constricts like there's a baseball in my larynx, and that I will fill up almost an entire Heineken bottle with "fluids"...
Monday morning, I'm even worse, with raking caughs making me feel like someone's put a lawnmower in my chest. Add half a Sunny Delight bottle to my list of containers. The doctors can't see me until late afternoon, because, in a "Falling Down" flashback, I show up at 7:57 AM and their hours for taking non-appointment types end at 8:00 AM.
So here I am, suffering.
All Phoebus needs is a huuuug....
Friday was great. I'm seeing this very nice girl in Seoul who's probably way out of my league... 2 years at UCLA, Bachelors in Psychology, contemplating on either Doctorate in same or a Law degree. Too cute to be hanging out with a foreigner like me, to boot. We dance the night away, have a few drinks, set plans for a romantic dinner next weekend. Great 2nd date. Unfortunately, things start falling apart there.
Her friend, who was supposed to come with us along with her b/f got dumped the night before I show up. So while we're doing our thing, she starts getting drunk as piss. Which means that, around 5:00 AM, my lady has to drive her friend home. So, I depart for the hotel I wanted to stay at.
Unfortunately, the hotel is amazingly full. So, moving quickly to dodge the military police patrols in that part of Seoul, I dodge into one of the motels my friends and I stay at every once and a while. Except, this time, I am all alone...
I wake up 6 hours later, and start making my to the base. I get there, and reach in my wallet to pay for a bus ticket back to Osan AB. But wait! All my money is gone! As I start trying to figure out what went on last night, I go to use the nearby ATM machine. Before I even get a receipt, I know something is amiss... I only had 2 beers and a $5 dollar cab ride, which would have left me with $80. Sure enough, my debit card is... SURVEY SAYS... dead freaking empty.
The MPs can't do anything because it occurred off-base. The Korean police state that until they can analyze his receipts, it's my word against his. When they ask him for the receipts... big surprise there, there's a new roll and everyone from their department is treating it as too much trouble to trace where this guy pays out. "More than likely, it's international, which means the case could drag out forever, etc." they say.
Of course, for safety reasons, I hadn't brought credit cards or any other crap with me. So it takes me over 3 hours to get Western Union $$$ from one of my friends to get home. The company that keeps a safe-deposit box with all my emergency valuables is closed this weekend. I'm broke on Saturday night.
Sunday morning, I know from the get go that I'm getting sick. What I don't expect is that I will get no sleep that night, as my throat constricts like there's a baseball in my larynx, and that I will fill up almost an entire Heineken bottle with "fluids"...
Monday morning, I'm even worse, with raking caughs making me feel like someone's put a lawnmower in my chest. Add half a Sunny Delight bottle to my list of containers. The doctors can't see me until late afternoon, because, in a "Falling Down" flashback, I show up at 7:57 AM and their hours for taking non-appointment types end at 8:00 AM.
So here I am, suffering.
All Phoebus needs is a huuuug....