So I was buying some salted peanuts at one of the million convenience stores around here and this guy dressed as a buddhist monk — robe and all — strolled in.
He must have smelled Westerner or something because he started banging his little pot and chanting alien incantations — and then asked me for some money.
And he’s not the only guy with an unconventional approach to raising funds around here.
Like a rock
There is that one lady, a middle-aged mom who rides the subway line through the Bundang area.
I see her everyday at the same time and like the vibrant colors of a peacocks feathers, every muscle in her face tells the peanut gallery that she means business.
So while other patrons of the subway are content to sit in their chairs, watching TV on their itty bitty phones, she wastes no time in hawking a slew of wares.
Toting two plastic crates strapped to a stroller she makes her way up and down the aisles. Like an auctioner at a flea market or an orator in an ampitheter, she tries to command the attention of everyone.
And as far as I have seen, she has failed every time.
If the Bud Light announcer guy lived here, he would certainly salute her tenacity and energy towards selling corn on the cob, yellow panchos, and a sundry of other unwanted goods.
So crack open a cold one amigo, because rain or shine she’ll be at it again tomorrow, and you’ll still act like you’re deaf and dumb.