Blond Moments

From the day I first arrived in Korea I knew that at some point I would lock myself out of my apartment because my door can lock from the inside, so out of habit I always hit the lock on the way out. Normally I shut the door halfway and have a minor panic attack about where my keys are before realizing they are in my pocket or purse.

Yesterday I was being all domestic and making peanut butter rice krispie squares to take into work and I thought how much better they would be if there was melted chocolate on them. Being that I only had half an hour before work I threw on my shoes and ran out the door. I got about half way down the street before it dawned on me that I had no keys. Then I tried to fool myself into believing that I probably hadn't locked the door on the way out. But I got back tried my door handle and it was, infact, locked. Shit.

Fortunately my landlord lives right beside me so I was able to knock on her door and point to my door and say "key?" and she understood and pulled out a key ring with about 50 keys on it. Fortunately they were all labeled otherwise it would have been a very trying ordeal.

She let me in and I got back to my Betty Crocker ways, when all of a sudden there was a knock on my door again. It was the landlady with a platter of grapes and apples, (maybe she thinks that will cure stupidity?), anyhow it was great because apples here are so expensive and it was just one of those nice Korean gestures that happen every so often and brighten my day. And now I know how to get free produce from time to time. Sweet.