Maybe it’s time for me to stop playing this game and actually do something productive and meaningful.
The awkward moment when you realize that you and a school teacher have similar pooping cycles, so you always meet him awkwardly in the bathroom almost every day.
For the past week, I was craving for some Flaming Hot Cheetos, the ones that are sweet with an addictive spicy after-taste. Therefore, I asked my Mom to buy some on her way home from wherever she was coming from, but to my own dismay, she either forgot or couldn’t find those damn chips. It was time for me to take action and embark on a quest to find these crispy delights.
Yesterday, I finally went outside of my house (Yes, I have isolated myself from the outside world for the past couple of days because of the freezing weather) to play with my friends. On my way home, I realized that something felt empty - my stomach was full from the jizztastic ham and cheese toast I had gobbled before leaving Apgu Rodeo, but I thirst for more…something sweet yet spicy. AND BOOM. Right then, I remembered to buy some Flaming Hot Cheetos on my way home.
I went to a special mart in my neighborhood that sells imported goods. I was 110% confident that this mart had exactly what I was looking for. But, no. I was wrong. The store did have American Cheetos… just not the kind that I wanted: Cheese Cheetos. I politely asked the cashier if they had HOT Cheetos, not the cheesy kind. He stared at me for a good whole minute before he reluctantly said, “I really don’t know anything about Cheetos… I just manage this store for the graveyard shift.” I rummaged through the pile of chips they had, and I couldn’t find any bags of Hot Cheetos. However, during my hopeless dig, I found out that this store only had one bag of Cheese Cheetos left. You see, if I see that there is only one of any decent product left, I buy it. I don’t know why, but I just do.
The cashier took the bag of chips back to the counter, only to find that the store owner had shut down all of the machines and left a dinky notebook to mark any “additional product sold.” He glanced at the bag of Cheetos and magically said, “I think this is about 1,500won (~$1.50).” My heart started to beat faster as I couldn’t believe that he just gave me the cheapest price for a bag of imported Cheetos. It was almost as if the import tax didn’t even exist. Then, he quickly changed his mind, “Actually 2,000won looks about right.” WHAT? Other stores across Seoul sells American Cheetos for at least 5,000won. With my horrible Korean, I told the cashier, “Sir, I’ll give you 3,000won because it’s you’re forgetting that this is an imported product.” 3,000won is still cheap, but at least it’s more reasonable than 1,500 or 2,000won. I took my wallet out and pulled out three sheets of 1,000won. He only grabbed onto two of the sheets as he chuckled, “I shouldn’t be taking more money than what I have asked for!”
Next thing I knew, I had just bought the cheapest bag of imported Cheetos in Korea.
