…which technically began Monday night.
As regular readers know I spend my Monday nights engaged in throwing pointed projectiles in the Seoul International Dart League. Last night was no exception as we ventured out to play the Tailors at a new bar in Itaewon called Fabrik.
Anyway, I’m ranked #15 in the “A” division and I faced off with the #2 player in the first round of Cricket singles. I was accordingly quite pleased to walk away with 2-1 victory in that match. I swept the next round of singles, and then went 3-3 in doubles. Going into the last leg of doubles our team had managed to win 19 legs (20 wins the match) and I scored a bullseye with my last dart to secure the victory for the Dillinger’s team. I admit to telling myself as I stood at the oche (throw line) “hit this fuckin’ bull so you can go home.” I did and then I did. Even after the match point has been decided, there are still 3 team legs to play, regardless of their meaninglessness. I know the guys get irked when I bail early and leave them shorthanded in the team match, but damn, I’m 60 years old and need my sleep!
It was 11:00 p.m. when I left the bar which got me home at 11:45 and into bed at midnight. Five and half-hours later I was up and preparing for my day at the office. And that just ain’t enough for me anymore. I was dragging ass all day.
I did have an interesting experience on the subway ride home. I caught line number 4 at Samgakji and was happy to have found a seat. In fact, the car was surprisingly empty. I noticed the girls across from me covering their faces with scarves before I noticed the smell. And then I saw that someone had taken a dump on the floor in front of the old folk’s seats. Damn, that was a first for me. I was far enough away that I could tolerate the odor, but it was pretty gross to see. Finally around Myeong-dong someone got the courage to enter the shit-zone and report the problem on the emergency phone. When the train paused at Dongdaemun a cleaning woman boarded and scooped the shit into a dustpan, and then hopped off again leaving a big brown smear across the floor. And you thought there was no excitement in my life?
This morning after making the reverse journey to Samgakji I exited the station and observed a pigeon happily pecking away at a big ole pile of vomit someone had left on the sidewalk (a street pizza if you will). I thought to myself now there’s a perfect bookend. And then proceeded on with my day in the land of the morning regurgitation calm.
Shitty for you, but I had a good laugh the moment I read about the big brown smear. Too damn funny. This could have been France, which is also the land of grudging, half-assed solutions.
I guess taking the dump there in the first place was a half-assed solution.
And henceforth, “the five-second rule” does not apply to the subway train floor.
“And you thought there was no excrement in my life?”
Fixed that for you, you’re welcome.
Cheers
Thirsty
Damn, that is better Thirsty, wish I had thought of it. Good to see you lurking about….