so my friend, R (because i don't want her to get in trouble, if you know who she is, this will be even crazier), is in korea teaching english. she's coming home soon, which is very exciting!!! but a couple days ago i got a message on MSN to the effect of: i'm losing it. are you home for a bit? i need to call you. obviously something totally tragic or absolutely hilarious had happened.
turns out their apartment is super hot, and to get a cross breeze, they leave the outside door and the patio door open. R was home alone, and went to the bathroom. the door needs to be slammed to close properly, so she just sorta left it partly open. while going to the washroom, she heard a noise from the hall and sort of running (feet dragging but fast moving). she (in a tank top and boxer shorts) thought that someone had been in her apartment, and knowing that there might be some money that her roommate left out, she freaked and ran after the guy. as she was leaving her apartment, she saw just a bit of the guy turning the corner. running still, she heard the chime of the elevator and got there as the doors were closing. she put her arm in between the doors to stop them and pried them open. she saw him putting a wad of money into his pocket. then she grabbed the guy by the collar and (keeping her leg in between the doors so they didn't close) shoved him against the wall and yelled at him to give her the money. she says she thinks she punched him in the chest. anyway, she lost it on this guy... she doesn't speak korean, and he didn't speak english. so basically they communicated that chickens were involved and that he was going to bring her back to this apartment where he delivered one. turns out he's a chicken delivery guy. but he still could have been in the apartment. so R asks her roommate to check to make sure all of his money is there when he gets home... cause either she was just protecting his stuff, or she was a psycho. ummm... all of his money was there.
besides laughing my ass off because of the situation, i feel a bit sorry for the guy who was at least twice the size of her. and it's not like he could go home, or back to work and be like: oh, this crazy white lady attacked me today... he'd get laughed at so bad. one of her friends in korea suggested that she order a chicken to be delivered, and i thought (going back to first year) ordering a half chicken would be more funny.
i think this story makes it clear that she's ready to come home, so it's a little sad, but soooo funny too.
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