Only in Korea

The coffee girl count jumped to 23 today. Yea, that's right. My new hobby is counting prostitutes while I go about my daily business. Really though, who can blame me? I live in a foreign country. I can't make friends because I can't understand anything anyone says to me. I see the same 11 white people every day, and frankly, only really like one of them. I can't join anything because gee, ITS ALL IN KOREAN! Cheese and rice, I bought fabric softener instead of laundry detergent. Why you ask? Because I can't read anything, and if it doesn't have pictures, I'm shit out of luck.

So what do I do? I count prostitutes. Why? Because when I'm walking to the grocery store and some motorbike comes roaring to a stoplight, music blasting, of course I turn to look. And what do I see? Some young punk who drives like a maniac, with a girl perched sideways behind him, done up like.... well, like a prostitute. Music blaring, which always seems to be "Low". Which means the whole rest of the way home I'm singing to myself "Shorty had them apple bottom jeans!" And I know it's wrong, and I probably shouldn't count this among a hobby, but seriously, it's really inevitable that I would find amusement in something like this. Those of you who know me, I'm a random person, with a slightly twisted sense of humor. I half want to pay for a girl, take her to lunch, and then just yell "WHY?!"

My goal for the next week is to up the count to 30. Research has shown that counts rise on days where heat and humidity is at it's minimum. Maybe I should take up knitting or something.