I have these two Koreans living below me and whenever they cook I always think of ways to break in and get their food. My fridge had a six pack of beer and one slice of pizza, college days. Anyway one day I think it was a Sunnday I hear banging on my door and it’s one of the two korean chaps below. She told me to come and enjoy. But majorly got pissed off at my empty fridge. A little bit more but will leave it there.
Lol that was pretty much the end to the edit I did. She just went through my apt like it was her own. She looked in my cubborts and fridge and she got seriously pissed off. Well at least thats how her kid told me and we must have went to every Korean/Asian place in the city. And I found out later she was wheeling and dealing. We got a trunk full of groceries for 50 bucks. Then went to another and another and another. The OMG the liquor store was surreal cause at the time I was a severe alcoholic. She saw this bottle of Sake or something that cost about 200 or something and got it down to 75 dollars. We ate together which was weird due to language barrier. We drank and drank and drank. I thought I was king of the drinkers for the longest time. Hell I even out did a Navy officer. This woman when toe to toe with me on whiskey and sake. Best part was and most people will say its creepy. After we fell asleep we woke in the lawn chairs and she was holding my hand. Which was a trip because last thing I remember was her patting the top of my hand while I smoked my cigar. No one ever believes this story but it did happen it was really surreal.