Now, in Daegu, at this new place on Friday, I was closed to terrified and almost leaving in fear. I showed pictures of my previous hair color that I wanted, but they took it as black. BLACK?! Ummm~~NO WAY, JOSE!!! At one point, it was even asked if I wanted more of a blue color. ARE YOU KIDDDDDDDDDDING ME????!?!?!!
BLUE HAIR?!?!?!?!?!!!!
THANKFULLY, this really nice guy walks over to my seat in the middle of getting his hair cut to help out. His English was great. Oh, man, a blessing from above! Turns out he was born in Seattle but moved when he was younger, has been living in Japan, and came over to Korea for a concert. Here, my only assumption is that he came for the Beast concert happening Saturday in Seoul, but then he tells me he plays saxophone. Alright, man~~musicians unite!
And so... finally, the stylist and I were on the same page, and I anxiously waited for the dye to finish processing, really having no idea what was going to come out of it all. It's like those white mystery airheads. Remember those things? Yeah~~I just prayed it wasn't black and it wasn't blue and it wouldn't be completely ridiculous for me to go to school or public wearing it lol.
Final Result: SUCCESS! .....Whew! I sure took in a sigh of relief and gratefulness after that!
....Which brings me to another "faux pas"-ish of the day...maybe more of a chance to once again learn patience for the common belief in Korea: Elders are ALWAYS right, even when they are WRONG. PERIOD.
At this point, it's about 930pm, and I realize that I forgot to ever eat dinner. I walk over to the train station to get my ticket for the 10pm train back to Gumi, and stop by the udong restaurant in the train station only to find out it's closed. I decide my next best bet for some warm noodles is grabbing some QUICK ramyeon at the convenience store across the street from the station. I grab a bowl of instant ramyeon and fill it with hot water. At this point, I am praying the water isn't too hot because I have only a few minutes to eat it after it sits its 3 minutes. Heck, at this point, I didn't even care if I ate it half-uncooked! And then...just at this moment of setting my cup ramyeon on the table in the store to wait, the ahjussi comes up and takes it and puts it in the microwave for 3 minutes. WHAT?!?! NO!!!!!!!!!
He walks away back to the front counter with the other ahjussi. At this point, my heart sinks. I have no time, and now I just bought some ramyeon and won't even be able to eat it. TT.TT So...as to try and not disrespect him AND kind of still play the dumb card, if necessary, I decide to get my ramyeon out early. I quietly slip out of my chair and crouch down below the level of the microwave, hoping that the one button I press will, in fact, quietly open the microwave, and I can attempt to cool my noodles for even just ONE minute. Assa! (A Korean expression similar to our "Alright! Yes!") I then slip back into my chair and hunch over my ramyeon that I have now saved from a complete volcanic explosion of heat. I slowly lift the lid and try to stir the half-cooked noodles a bit~~still steaming beyond what I know I can handle. Oh, boy, what am I going to do.
And then...JUST as I am surveying my rescued ramyeon with a growing grin of success, the ahjussi comes over and says no, no and puts the ramyeon back in the microwave. Ohhhhhhh. Oh snap. FAIL.
I didn't dare test my luck again after that (haha, and probably the fact that the ahjussi stayed right in front of the microwave had some say in it too ^.~). The microwave sounds and the ramyeon is set out in front of me...long face and all, as steam BELLOWS out of the lid and into my face.
Final Result: I may not have gotten dinner that night, but I sure got one dang good facial! ^.~
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