Amanda Takes Off...

Tomorrow at 6pm I go to army training session in my town's elementary school on a playground to see some videos and lectures and also "hiking with m16" (used in Korean war or sth) guns.

I found it odd that he'd do this at an elementary school. Good Man's response? "The kids won't be there."

Then, tonight, he was texting me from the military meeting.

Me: How are you SMSing me from army thing?

Good Man: Hiding.

Me: Where?

Good Man: Army hat.

Me, using the only specific "hat" word I know: 철모? Steel helmet?

Good Man: No, regular.

Last night's taxi ride home was the weirdest taxi ride I've ever had in Korea, and that counts the one where the driver was speaking rapid-fire at me with Mom and George in the taxi, sort of in shock that I was, for the most part, holding my own.

He was asking the standard taxi driver questions. Where are you from, what do you do, how do you like Korea, do you have a boyfriend, etc. No big deal, conversation was business as usual. Then...

"Do you sleep with your boyfriend?"

Sure I was mishearing him, I said, "What?" He repeated himself and I stared at him. "I don't understand, I think." He repeated it again, more forcefully, then started making weird...noises... I dropped to the low form of speech and yelled, "You are very rude!" We were literally one turn away from my house, so I got out and refused to pay.