Why I Love Korea #295
You never know when you’ll be treated to a bit of street theater.
This morning, I was on my way to work, just a blah Monday morning, when I came upon today’s surprise performance: an ajosshi fight. When I came around the corner of the grocery store next to my school, I saw the dwarfish, slightly slow man that sweeps the delivery area pulling a man in a suit off a delivery driver (OK, I’m not sure he was the driver, but there was a truck and he looked truckerish). The man in the suit was clearly walking his very young daughter to her bus stop. He started to walk away, but then changed his mind and came back to yell at the guy for a bit. If I were Karl, I would have stopped to record it, but they were yelling and being pulled off each other and I have kids to teach.
I have to say, seeing that girl, I felt a bit robbed. My dad was a golden gloves champ, but I never got to see him stop on the street to fight some random guy. Hmmm… my family is campaigning to get me to move back home, maybe I can negotiate something… but I digress.
My point is, even on a drizzly Monday morning, you never know what to expect when you are out and about in Korea. Maybe you’ll see a group of teenage boys waiting for the bus with their arms around each other looking like they are posing for a hair product ad. Maybe you’ll see a group of ajjumas fighting to be the first in a shop when it opens. And maybe, if you’re lucky, you’ll see a dad in a suit get pulled of a much-larger working class guy by a slightly oversized dwarf. 🙂