After putting loads after loads of wet leaves in the bags, I decided to treat myself to something special. This was to celebrate my new life as I was not dead after dealing with the gruesome and grotesque wet leaves. Of course, Callie’s kind “gifts” were mixed among them. Eww… I don’t care what Martha said or suggested in her show or magazine.
“Give your friends a box of autumn leaves. Their colors are vibrant. Your friends will like them. It’s a good thing,” said Martha.
Quite the contrary, Martha. “Give the people you dislike a bag of WET autumn leaves. They look disgusting and smell like sewer. You don’t like those people, you gross them out. It’s a good thing,” said Carl.
So I arrived at a Korean restaurant near our house. I opened the door. Two women eating lunch at a table near the door turned around and stared at me. No one else was in the restaurant. I assumed they were the owners. Their expression said it all – both mouths opened, rice fell from the corner of their mouths, chopsticks pointed nowhere in particular in the air. They were totally in shock as if I walked in stark naked.
Me: “heRRo…”
My brain: “Sh#t! I hope they didn’t notice.”
Me: “heLLooo!!! Are you open?”
Lady Kim (I don’t really know if her name is Kim. However, it seems every other Korean’s name is Kim.): “Yes, we are opooooon.” One more rice fell from the corner of her mouth as she spoke.
Me: “Excellent. Thank you. I am starving.”
Lady Kim: “This is a Korean restaurant?!?!”
Me: “Yes, indeed. I like Korean food.”
Lady Kim swiftly left the table and vanished. I stood there for a minute and thought that it should be fine if I just seated myself. A few minutes later, Lady Kim came back with chopsticks, napkin, and a menu. I opened the menu and began to pretend I could read it all, which contained 95% Korean. Fortunately, 5 % was in English, mostly in numbers.
I was in luck. The lunch special section was in English. They were all soups.
Me: “Eh… The lunch special here. Are they all soups with noodles?”
Lady Kim: “Nau! We havu only one noodle,” she pointed at the item on the menu, “other items havu rice. If you orda noodle, it doesn’t come wifu rice.”
Me: “Oh, thank you. So, #5, the spicy tofu soup comes with rice and anything else?”
Lady Kim: “Yes! It is spicy.”
Me: “Good. I like spicy food. Does it come with rice only? Anything else?”
Lady Kim: “Aw, it has some side dishes.”
Me: “Very good. I’ll have #5, the spicy tofu soup.”
The food turned out to be sinfully delicious. When you come to Washington next time, I’ll take you there. But remember. It only comes with rice OR noodles.