Story # 1:
Mountainy mountainy hands.
Early last year, Sarah and myself entered 1. Angel-in-us coffee (which Koreans pronounce 'anngell-in-us") to order a green tea frappe. I ordered my frappe from a man who done a mountain shape with his hands to convey "whipped cream" He was probably about twelve years old with orange hair and glasses. Every interaction preceding involved a debate of whether he was the original motion-er or not.
On the second visit I decided to "be friendly," to which a must wiser Sarah advised against. "Mountain hands" was very pleased to see us and performed normal tomfoolarie, bouncing up and down and giggling with every English word spoken.
"Hello"-me
Giggle, giggle "Hello"
During my haste to leave, I hit Mountain hands very hard. He is a small compact little man and nearly toppled backwards. I suppose he had been bobbing around behind me, waiting to help.(bobbed? How dare I compare him to a fishing line) So I did what any other Westerner might. (is that racist?)
I grabbed him to protect his little body from a fall. And he turned 5 shades of red, removed himself from my arms. He backed up as far as space would allow. Then bowed as deeply as possible. I do not know what to do with this. I did not know.
And Sarah said, "Faith. what did you do? He done a bow."
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