Every lunch, I like to wander down to the really cool Cheonggyecheon Stream, in the City Hall area of Seoul. This area, I suppose, is Seoul’s Canary Wharf and I LOVE IT! Well, I would if it wasn’t for all the crazies who frequently accost me. I know I sound harsh in saying this, but I really wish they wouldn’t touch me!!
Last winter, I was sat enjoying my lunch by the stream when all of a sudden, a homeless man who was eating a pastry of sorts, grabbed me, yelled in my face - spitting crumbs at me, and consequently almost pushed me in the stream. As I scrambled up to leg it, he started laughing really creepily. There have been a handful of other instances since - which brings me to today’s encounter.
I was just thinking the other day, how I haven’t had any problems out and about in the city as of late. Apparently, I spoke too soon. I think today’s experience may have scarred me for life – seriously. I was cheerfully minding my own business when out of nowhere…NOWHERE, a smelly tramp man flew into my path, holding a dog that looked to be dead. I tried to move to the left, then to the right just to be free of him, and the poor thing in his arms that I thought he might throw at me. My efforts were to no avail. The guy pretty much cornered me. He screamed. I screamed (ish). And no one intervened. I was pretty much screwed. Thank heavens for 7-Elevens, and BOOO all you smelly ragamuffins: PLEASE, JUST LET ME BE!
Last winter, I was sat enjoying my lunch by the stream when all of a sudden, a homeless man who was eating a pastry of sorts, grabbed me, yelled in my face - spitting crumbs at me, and consequently almost pushed me in the stream. As I scrambled up to leg it, he started laughing really creepily. There have been a handful of other instances since - which brings me to today’s encounter.
I was just thinking the other day, how I haven’t had any problems out and about in the city as of late. Apparently, I spoke too soon. I think today’s experience may have scarred me for life – seriously. I was cheerfully minding my own business when out of nowhere…NOWHERE, a smelly tramp man flew into my path, holding a dog that looked to be dead. I tried to move to the left, then to the right just to be free of him, and the poor thing in his arms that I thought he might throw at me. My efforts were to no avail. The guy pretty much cornered me. He screamed. I screamed (ish). And no one intervened. I was pretty much screwed. Thank heavens for 7-Elevens, and BOOO all you smelly ragamuffins: PLEASE, JUST LET ME BE!
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