eavesdropping
was eavesdropping today while waiting for take out at my favorite quick korean restaurant in the neighborhood. (by quick korean restaurant, i mean a place that we think of as a sit-down korean restaurant that serves delicious food, but actual koreans think of as a not very delicious fast food-type restaurant where you only go if you're broke. ~lol~)
this is the first time i've gotten take out at this place. we usually just order delivery.
setting: a small restaurant with an open kitchen in the back.
characters:
three sweaty ajummas (older woman) cooking in a tiny kitchen.
one cranky ajumma packaging up food for serving/delivery (basically, preparing the banchan )side dishes),
wrapping delivery items in plastic wrap, serving food if
you're eating in, etc.).
one old ajosshi (older man) taking phone orders.
the conversation:
three cooking ajummas: (yelling something at the cranky ajumma) "it's right there."
tired ajumma: "no."
three cooking ajummas: "yes yes yes there there there. get the banchan. here's the soup."
tired ajumma: (muttering under breath)
ajosshi: "you're loud"
three cooking ajummas: "get the bowl"
ajosshi: "it's not there."
three cooking ajummas: "YES IT IS GET IT RIGHT---"
ajosshi: "I SEE IT" (rather violently throwing styrofoam bowl at ajummas)
three cooking ajummas: (laughing loudly)
ajosshi: "aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, you are so noisy. shit."
~LOL~
so then, when i was trying to leave, they asked if i needed a spoon.
i said no, i was going home.
then they asked where i lived.
i said "i live in this neighborhood, it's close."
then they said "you're from japan, right?"
i said, no, i came from the US.
and then they gave me a delivery menu (i have two at home) and said "next time just order delivery, don't come here."
which i think means that since i live so close they can just deliver, instead of meaning they don't want me in their restaurant.
but who knows. ~lol~
this is the first time i've gotten take out at this place. we usually just order delivery.
setting: a small restaurant with an open kitchen in the back.
characters:
three sweaty ajummas (older woman) cooking in a tiny kitchen.
one cranky ajumma packaging up food for serving/delivery (basically, preparing the banchan )side dishes),
wrapping delivery items in plastic wrap, serving food if
you're eating in, etc.).
one old ajosshi (older man) taking phone orders.
the conversation:
three cooking ajummas: (yelling something at the cranky ajumma) "it's right there."
tired ajumma: "no."
three cooking ajummas: "yes yes yes there there there. get the banchan. here's the soup."
tired ajumma: (muttering under breath)
ajosshi: "you're loud"
three cooking ajummas: "get the bowl"
ajosshi: "it's not there."
three cooking ajummas: "YES IT IS GET IT RIGHT---"
ajosshi: "I SEE IT" (rather violently throwing styrofoam bowl at ajummas)
three cooking ajummas: (laughing loudly)
ajosshi: "aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, you are so noisy. shit."
~LOL~
so then, when i was trying to leave, they asked if i needed a spoon.
i said no, i was going home.
then they asked where i lived.
i said "i live in this neighborhood, it's close."
then they said "you're from japan, right?"
i said, no, i came from the US.
and then they gave me a delivery menu (i have two at home) and said "next time just order delivery, don't come here."
which i think means that since i live so close they can just deliver, instead of meaning they don't want me in their restaurant.
but who knows. ~lol~


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