It defies me every corner I take.
Take this lunchtime, when nature called me to expunge yesterday’s lunch of Kimchi and rice. I took a short but hasty trek along to our works restrooms which have 5 cubicles or “traps” as I like to call them as they resemble the racing gates at a horse race. Trap #1 is occupied, but 2-4 are vacant with all doors ajar. I opt for trap # 3, so there is a gap between me and Mr Stinky in #1.
I let go, sit back enjoy the ride. I hear the door of the restroom open, and in pops one of our other work colleagues and he makes straight for trap #2 – directly in-between the both of us in residence already.
Trousers down, and I’m sure I felt the floor rumble under me, as he let rip a fart and a splash that the disaster movie 2012 would have been proud of. It must have measured at least 6.9 on the Richter scale. Why did he have to pick the middle trap between us? Is there a level of exhibitionism that I am not aware of? Do we have to listen to rumblings from other peoples bottoms? I think not, or is this just another example of Korea’s obsession with all things pooh?
Next time, I’m going for the furthest away trap, maybe he’ll get confused!
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