First, two comments which I have to write out of context.
“I am the rice…king!”
“Because it makes my brain feel like funny.”
Tonight in the car, we were talking about what to eat tomorrow night. “What about 모모?” I asked.
“Yes, and maybe soju,” Good Man said.
“Hmm, what time is it? What day is it? OK, but we will have to check the ABC store tonight. I’m not sure when they close.”
“ABC store? What’s that?”
I pointed because we were passing it, “That’s where you’re allowed to buy liquor.”
“Why not tomorrow?” Good Man asked.
“Well, tomorrow’s Sunday and I don’t think we can buy liquor on Sundays.”
Good Man stared at me. “What?”
Good Man burst out laughing and slapped his knee.
I looked at him. “What? It’s Sunday. Jesus doesn’t want us to buy liquor on Sundays.”
“Do you know what a ‘dry county‘ is?” He just blinked at me. “A ‘dry county’ is a county where you can’t get any alcohol. Nobody sells it. Well, sometimes restaurants or private clubs, but usually no liquor stores, no beer at grocery stores.”
Good Man shook his head, “I thought this was not a communist country.”
Indeed, things are a little bit different in Korea…