Never make promises of a punctual nature.
Korean life February 17th. 2008, 8:06pmThere was a lull in everyone schedule. My friends from England had made some plans to visit some of their Korean friends around Daejeon. As luck would happen, I got a message from some of my foreigner friends saying they wanted to play Call of Duty 4 at a game room about the same time they would be out.
I brought my English friend along to the game room, while his wife had her friends visit our house. That way their children could stay here instead of being carted around town until later in the evening. My English friend had to bow out early to go visit someone for dinner however, and left me fighting for my life.
After an INTENSE set of games which ended in a virtual stalemate, I got ready to return home. The first thing I did was send a message off to my wife. I told her, “Be home soon!” Wow, what a mistake.
Thinking of tomorrow morning, I decided to pick up some bread for breakfast. I went into the nearby subway station and waited for the train. It was very slow to arrive, as this was weekend service. The train took so long to arrive, I pulled out my phone and played some games. When the train finally did arrive, I was so focused on this puzzle game I forgot to take my bread with me.
This wouldn’t be so bad, except it took me three stations to realize my mistake. I had to run out of the train, catch the returning train back to the original station, and hope to see my bread. I thought there was a good chance to find my bread because I had walked down the front of the station when I was waiting, so my bread wasn’t going to be seen by most people walking towards the exit.
Sure enough, my bread was still where I had left it. I grabbed it and headed back home. I arrived an hour later than I had expected. Luckily no one had been waiting on me, and the only person inconvenienced was myself. It was only a two thousand won loaf of bread. A year or two ago, I would have just left it in the station instead of going back to get it. It’s because of my wife’s influence that I had to go see if it was still there.
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