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I had one of those moments where you don’t have any idea what your doing because your a foreigner. Today was the day I had to stock up on the essentials from the “grocery store”. I put it in quotes because it’s in the basement of an eight story department store which is also a church… eight stories high. The first time I went to this building, I went to the church side and walked out with no milk. But I did find a Christian bookstore that felt like a Borders in the States, except I wouldn’t buy anything from it. Anywho, my mission was to get a plethora of items without getting run over. I took my pretty time and stocked up on a lot of goodies that are much need in my bachelor pad. Dish soap, tissues, toilet paper, air freshener, a bottle of Courvoisier, etc… After checking out, I realized real fast that nobody buys more then 20,ooow (~$18) of groceries at a time and sacks them by themselves. Which is surprising because everybody works in Korea. They’ve got a worker in every aile with well pressed skirts trying to sell you anything from baby diapers to sardines. But the one job they don’t do is sacking. So I had to sack like a champ and keep my sackage to a minimum. Well, I failed that because I bought too much and had some big items. Next step would be to figure out how to get my new purchased items in a shopping cart to my apartment across the street. I tried to ask information, but they had no idea and told me to go downstairs. So I did, but I ended up in the parking garage. Next I took the elevator upstairs and ended up in ladies fashion. Finally, I just went back to the parking garage and went out the car exit. I felt like a criminal haling all these groceries in a shopping cart outside, but I was on a mission. Crossing the street and pushing on the sidewalk during the evening rush hour was an interesting feeling. But I didn’t care, I just wanted to get to my final destination no matter how many weird looks I got. Pushing it to my apartment was pretty easy because most building floors in Korea are title or hard wood. They don’t use carpet that much. After unloading and packing them away, I thought it would be cool to have a shopping cart as a souvenir, but that thought quickly faded when I realized I wasn’t in high school anymore. After having a quick sandwich, I returned the cart to the store. The ironic thing is I saw a drop-off station for carts right in front of my apartment building after I came back home.

Ai-goo! (Oh God!)