Flower Market
Now, dudes, before you start making fun of my title, just remember who knows how to impress the ladies around here. My Uncle W would appreciate this, and boy, he knows how to impress the ladies too. Well, at least, he thinks he does. So, dudes....watch and learn....watch and learn.
When I found out that Mom had plans to visit the Seoul flower market, I was a bit bent out of shape. That place was not necessarily high on my "must see in Korea" list. In fact (wait...checking list).....NOPE --didn't even make it on the list. But, Mom was sure excited about this outing. And, as my ol' grandpappy says, "Make the best of it." I did. Valentines Day is coming up, and I know where to find the goods.
A friend of Mom's picked us up at the hotel. When Mom strapped me into the backseat, I turned to see that "Other Jack" was strapped into a seat next to me. I met him yesterday! He nodded, and I replied, "Sup, Man!" From the look on his face, I knew he was looking forward to this trip about as much as I was. We sat quietly in the back while the moms chit-chatted up front. Sheesh. Women do not understand the serenity of silence. "Other Jack" and I had a brief conversation about the historiography of the Korean War. Then, we both just counted trucks out the window.
When we arrived at the flower market, I must admit that I was impressed by the number of flowers available for sale. Guys, you name it; they have it. If your girlfriend likes a dozen purplish-pink roses -- half of them plastic, half real -- they have it. If Mom likes snapdragons, they have it. If Grandma likes hydrangeas, they have'em. Don't ask me how I know the names of those flowers.
Now, being a guy, I was thinking, "Heck, why bother coming all the way down here and buying the flowers!? Just give her the money to pick out what she wants." Unfortunately, I don't think it works that way. I think ladies prefer it if you actually go through the trouble of driving on the Korean expressway, paying thousands of won in toll, finding a parking spot, deciding among a million flowers which one is the "stargazer" rose, paying thousands of won in parking, and....well....driving back on the expressway. Just think of it as the modern-day swordfight to win the lady's heart. Basically, you're risking your life for her. Reeediculous, I know. But, she'll love you forever, errr, well....until the next Valentine's Day or anniversary, whichever comes sooner. That's when you have to rehack your currency.
Well, bros, it's time for my afternoon siesta. Flower-shopping was exhausting. Yikes.
When I found out that Mom had plans to visit the Seoul flower market, I was a bit bent out of shape. That place was not necessarily high on my "must see in Korea" list. In fact (wait...checking list).....NOPE --didn't even make it on the list. But, Mom was sure excited about this outing. And, as my ol' grandpappy says, "Make the best of it." I did. Valentines Day is coming up, and I know where to find the goods.
A friend of Mom's picked us up at the hotel. When Mom strapped me into the backseat, I turned to see that "Other Jack" was strapped into a seat next to me. I met him yesterday! He nodded, and I replied, "Sup, Man!" From the look on his face, I knew he was looking forward to this trip about as much as I was. We sat quietly in the back while the moms chit-chatted up front. Sheesh. Women do not understand the serenity of silence. "Other Jack" and I had a brief conversation about the historiography of the Korean War. Then, we both just counted trucks out the window.
When we arrived at the flower market, I must admit that I was impressed by the number of flowers available for sale. Guys, you name it; they have it. If your girlfriend likes a dozen purplish-pink roses -- half of them plastic, half real -- they have it. If Mom likes snapdragons, they have it. If Grandma likes hydrangeas, they have'em. Don't ask me how I know the names of those flowers.
Now, being a guy, I was thinking, "Heck, why bother coming all the way down here and buying the flowers!? Just give her the money to pick out what she wants." Unfortunately, I don't think it works that way. I think ladies prefer it if you actually go through the trouble of driving on the Korean expressway, paying thousands of won in toll, finding a parking spot, deciding among a million flowers which one is the "stargazer" rose, paying thousands of won in parking, and....well....driving back on the expressway. Just think of it as the modern-day swordfight to win the lady's heart. Basically, you're risking your life for her. Reeediculous, I know. But, she'll love you forever, errr, well....until the next Valentine's Day or anniversary, whichever comes sooner. That's when you have to rehack your currency.
Well, bros, it's time for my afternoon siesta. Flower-shopping was exhausting. Yikes.
Dude, you are wise beyond your years!
ReplyDelete(Play your cards right and perhaps mom will take you to a military museum.)
Yep, I want to see the zoo, too.
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