Alcohols and toilet doors don't go well together
I hate alcohol.
I was waiting for this toilet door to open for the past 5 minutes
with absolutely no success. My kidneys were on overboard, trying to keep the greenish
freaky liquid in but it was about time they opted to press the self-destruct
button.
*knocks hard* ..no answer. *knocks harder*. No result. *punches the door and makes a painful muted
cry* no avail. I knew the toilet was not locked because I was aware that some
people had left the table and successfully emptied their bawl. The toilet door
was seriously testing my patience.
The guy waiting behind was equally desperate and looked
understandably annoyed. I glanced back to make a wtf look but instead of giving
me a smile which I had hoped for he gave ME a wtf look and simply strode in front and went straight
into the toilet.
I could not believe my rusty eyes…until I realized the bloody door
had to be pushed the other way. I mean who pushes the door from the left
instead of right. what? You do? Dammit.
Screw alcohol though, it does skew better judgment as Wikipedia says.
It also takes you to faraway places you never knew existed.
After saying goodbye to le boss and le cheerful, i headed to the
SISA membership training “hotel”(also known as MT. when you join a new club,
you have these MT’s where you go and basically drink with new people so that
you get to know them. Or eat or sleep….hmm that came out wrong. They are
usually overnight) which was quite a subway distance from where I was. Having
had that new bamboo wine, which was not wine and I don’t know why they call
them wine (it is wine actually) but the Panda thing was really getting into my bloodstream. It was
infinitely better than the usual soju but and was also better than the fresh
makali we had just before so i ended up drinking more than I thought. It always
happens that way doesn’t it?
The best way to get back now was to hop into an empty cab and that
was what I did. Only that I found it amazingly difficult to explain where I intended
on going.
“Ajaashi (the way you call out to people), Euiljiro 4 station”
*keeps looking at me* my Korean needs some serious beating.
“Ajaashi… euuijaro? Euujeroo? Euljiro? Alzaziro? Alzazira?”
*still keeps looking*
I showed him the direction via my now almost dead phone. “Ahhhhh..Euijiro
4!”.that was EXACTLY what I said the first time.
“너무
멀어!” (too far)
“can’t we just go?”
“너무
멀어!”
“I got that but can we go now please?
*finally steps on the gas*
Which lead to a scene where the taxi driver spoke in rapid fire Korean
and the confused brown guy sitting in front made use of his massively battered Korean
vocabulary. Any external bilingual listener would have declared that he would
actually make sense of his crazy dog’s bark than our 99% guess work conversation.
It was like two hamsters from South America and Europe suddenly met at this café
and tried making a small talk on their own local hamster language only to find
out that they are basically talking nonsense. It was like in class where you “listen”
to professor speaking but what you actually do is play an hour’s worth of “did
he mean that orrr that?” guess work
game. It was like…ok I am crossing the
line here. The brain’s going overboard.
To make a very tediously long story short, I reached my intended
destination thanks to a host of people who had to communicate and send out a
search party to look for my black ass. I was actually really happy when I got
rescued from the taxi driver.
Whats the lesson here you ask? Hmmm..*thinks hard*
*snores*
Btw, if you happen to see us cooking captain BBQ’s (you know who you
are haha) recipe bau curry in the 919 kitchen, do say hello. We don’t have
enough for everyone but we can still share what we have.
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