Behind my apartment building there was a 4-way intersection (not a main street, just a side road). One day the wife and I walked past that intersection and there was a traffic pile up with 4 cars in the intersection and a long line of cars behind them. From what I could gather they were all trying to use the intersection at once and and had ground to a halt with no one wanting to give way.The 4 drivers got out of their cars and a shouting match ensued. We walked on and did some shopping and returned about 30 minutes later and the verbal abuse was still going on and of course some of the other drivers had joined in. There was no damage to any car or anything like that, just 4 idiots wanting to be 'me, me first'.
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A police officer rang the doorbell in the dead of night, asking if we (me and the husband) knew anything about the blood and phone on the floor outside our door. We didn't, although I remembered being awakened by a shout (and didn't think anything of it - there were enough drunk students from the womens' college about on weekends). In the morning, the blood was partially covered over by political flyers (and cleaned when I get home).My husband's running theory is that a drunk girl tripped on the stairs (we were right on the landing), bloodied up her knee and dropped her phone, but didn't realize it and continued upwards. I'm personally hoping that's what happened, because it seemed really ominous to me at the time.
This is quite off topic, but............What the hell is going on with the aspect ratio/frame during the fight?It changes? Why? Also, if you film something vertically, you should be banned from using a camera for 2 months. Our eyes don't see in 1:3. Movies aren't presented in 1:3, nor TV shows. Dumbshits.
I plead the fifth. But several other incidents that I had absolutely not my fault do kinda spring to mind! So a few years back several local teachers and I would meet up on Thursdays to have dinner and then hang out at a PC Room and destroy the locals it Hearthstone. This is back when it was first starting to become popular in Korea, while we had all been playing since the closed beta half a year before. Anyway, we had loaded up on coffee, snacks, and more coffee and settling in when this gentleman walks in and finds a computer a few rows down. He was somewhat older, maybe in his late fifties, and dressed in business casual, like he had just finished work. Stood out a bit, as he didn't look like the usual gamer. Anyway, as the coffee did it's magic, I of course needed to use the restroom a few times, and each time had to pass by the dude's kiosk, where it was pretty hard not to notice that he was watching some awfully nasty porn. I mean, blatantly, full screen, hard core. It was so blatant that I was almost surprised that he hadn't brought speakers with him so that he could crank the volume as well. It was pretty awkward. I mean, isn't this against PC Room regulations? Hell, isn't that kind of stuff illegal here in Korea? Anyway, one can probably imagine what the general theme of that night's puns was... Less shocking, but still pretty weird, I recently had my lunch stolen by a weasel when I was out hiking. I was taking pictures, and had left my sammy on my rucksack, and when I turned back, this little red ******* was scampering off with my food. Finally, another somewhat weird event happened a few years back at a lunch with some ex-coworkers. We went to one of those hole in the wall bibimbap places where everything looks like it's from the sixties, including the ajumma running the place: full on grandma vibe, apron, kerchief wrapped hair, etc etc. We sat on the floor (wooden: splinters everywhere.) and ordered food. She brought it out and set it down on the table, and since there were no other patrons (this was out in the middle of rural nowhere: if I were a more suspicious person, and if I didn't know that my coworkers know that I generally don't carry cash on me, I would have suspected that the long drive out to nowhere was a prelude to a good mugging/kidney theft) she just kind of hovered there watching us. So I started glopping on the gochujang as one does, and she lunged for my spoon basically shouting that "nnoooo it's toooo spicyyyy!". Okay, so that's a bit odd, but I mean, but it's a pretty well established stereotype that foreigners have delicate taste buds and can't eat anything spicier than mayonnaise, so I was prepared to let that slide. My coworkers, who have watched me drown my food in hot sauce a gazillion times and know that I'm not exactly a picky eater didn't interfere, which isn't surprising because they're all evil and enjoy seeing me suffer. So I put put away the gochujang, and resign myself to eating a bland mix of rice, egg, and weeds. Sigh. But no, that's not good enough. Super ajumma, having saved the foreigner once, decides that it's up to her to prevent it from maiming itself with a pair of chopsticks (the use of which, by the way, I've mastered decades ago. I've won "who-can-pick-up-the-most-peas-at-a-time" competitions with my Korean friends numerous times!). So she plunks herself down beside me (thoroughly bruising both myself and my coworker with her deadly ajumma elbows in the process -- she would complain about her injured ribs for weeks afterwards), deftly snatches my chopsticks out of my hands, and proceeds to feed me my food and would tolerate absolutely no argument from me. Anyway, my ex-coworkers would threaten to take me back to that place whenever they feel like I'm being too confident in my ability to fit in / survive here in Korea.Watched a delivery scooter guy get smacked by a car while at a rest stop on the way to check out the azalea festival hike in Daegu. A friend and I had to stop traffic and haul bits and pieces of the bike to the side of the road while waiting for the cops and ambulance. Police took our statements (in English, surprisingly, despite my friend being half Korean and having decent Korean), and we continued on. Bus driver was severely pissed at us for holding up the bus, even though everybody on it were uni profs and insisted on waiting. Like he was late for a meet-up with all the other bus drivers at the mountain, or something. Maybe he was worried they'd run out of soju before he got there? Finally, a microwave exploded during lunch period at one of my elementary schools. Food on the ceiling, walls, windows, floor, tables chairs... Everywhere. I had nothing to do with it.
Anyway, my ex-coworkers would threaten to take me back to that place whenever they feel like I'm being too confident in my ability to fit in / survive here in Korea.
What the hell is going on with the aspect ratio/frame during the fight?... if you film something vertically, you should be banned from using a camera for 2 months. Our eyes don't see in 1:3. Movies aren't presented in 1:3, nor TV shows. Dumbshits.
That eating experience sounds like the most horrifically awkward moment I could imagine.
I know, right?It's almost (but not quite) as bad as posting images that are so large that u need to use a scroll bar to see the right half of the image!
I'm not trying to make this a pissing contest, haha, but.......https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NJxHEhmbUR0&I DON'T DO THAT ANYMORE
Last year, during camp, one of the students who attended was a special needs kid. Usually, he just sits in the back and draw pictures. We played a game which involved pulling items out of a bag and one of the items was a small plastic water pistol I found lying somewhere in the class. The special needs kid has barely made a sound up till this point and seems content to just busy himself with whatever he's drawing. He sees the gun and screams like a banshee. Charging towards the gun he tries to grab it out of the hand of the boy who's holding it. The desks are very close together, so it's difficult to make it to the students with any degree of haste. The other boy yanks the gun away from the special needs kid, who goes into an adrenaline fueled rage and starts throwing desks and chairs over, turning anything he can pick up into a projectile and flails around, while still screaming at the top of his lungs. I manage to position myself between the boy and the other students and decide the safest thing to do is to calm him down by rubbing his shoulders and holding his hand. I look over at my CT who hasn't moved and still stands there with an open mouth. Luckily, that kid is no longer allowed in English class.
