Hair Drier

I made kimchi jjigae for dinner tonight, but Good Man (of “my left toe is hungry” fame) only ate about half of it.

“Why aren’t you eating?”

“I am full.”

“Did I season it incorrectly?”

Good Man laughed, “No, I usually only eat about a half bowl of kimchi jjigae. You can ask my mom!”

I folded my arms across my chest. “Fine, let’s call your mom right now. It’s 8 am in Korea. She’d certainly be awake.”

Good Man shook his head, “No, I don’t want to deal with the hair drier.”

I was confused, “What?”

“Ahhhhh,” Good Man made a white noise hair drier sound and brought his hands up near his face like he was going to attack me. “That, I don’t need to hear that.”