"I've sewed the bottom of the sock to the top." He explains, trying to get his fellow conscripts to take a more active interest in his problem. "There's no way my foot is going to fit in it now."
I look around to see if there are security cameras, that I might submit a video of the park to the professional parallel parkers' association for prizes or honorary membership.
I bring coffee when I travel now. My beans and a grinder, and my Hario V60.
I'm excited to use my screwdriver, but– I've learned this from my Dad– you have to curse a bit.
More than just pretending he doesn't see me, he wants me to know he is pretending.
"Just thirty seconds," I hear the DJ announce as we are hurrying to find a space at the top of the mountain. "The sun will be up in thirty seconds."
Chwi-namul doesn't really have a common English translation, but from its latin name, it is sometimes deliciously translated as Aster Scaber.
"So I took it to the old tailor lady near the park and asked her how much it would cost to alter it." she continues, "She's cheaper because she spilled Kim-chi on the shirt I took her last time."
