The Non-Russian is known to turn a very simple task or situation into a very complicated one in the blink of an eye. So an experience she had last week may come as no surprise to those who know her, however she am COMPLETELY baffled....
Last weekend the Non-Russian was enjoying a typical Friday night with her friends. They had dinner and some drinks, and then headed off to the 노래방 or a private karaoke room. After finishing our hour and a half of singing their hearts out, they decided to enjoy a midnight meal. In Korea....generally NOBODY wears shoes inside their homes. Following that tradition there are many restaurants where you sit on the floor and are required to remove your shoes. The Non-Russian and her friends happened to choose that kind of restaurant for their late night dining.
Just to provide you with some sort of mental image here is an attempt of describing the establishment. At this specific restaurant, all the tables were divided into sections, each section having four tables and all of the sections are on raised platforms about 6 inches off the ground.
The group entered the restaurant, walked to their section, removed their shoes, and stepped up onto the platform, leaving their shoes directly below thier specific platform where their table was located (this is a critical piece of information to truly understand the Non-Russian’s story). So...yada yada yada…they go to thier table, have some food, enjoy some drinks, talk about their opinions on Obama and how to achieve world peace, which is sadly is the topic of many of their conversations. A couple bottles of soju later, it’s decided that it’s time to return to their homes and get some desperately needed sleep. They walk to the edge of the platform, put on their shoes and leave the restaurant. Very simple, yes?? Immediately after the Non-Russian slipped on her boots, her feet felt extremely uncomfortable. However, that night she was wearing these knee high suede boots and she just thought maybe her feet aren’t all the way inside or maybe the side of boot had been stepped on so it was pressed in, or even maybe her sock was on crooked....a bunch of possibilities for the awkward feeling of her feet crossed her mind. But it was late, and she didn't have to walk very far to get a taxi, so she didn't bother to figure out the cause of the ill-fitting boots.
A couple of days later, the Non-Russian decided that her outfit definitely needed her favorite black boots to complete the look. So she grabbed them out of her closet and attempted to put them on, but for some strange reason she couldn't even get her foot inside the boot!!! She pulled and she pulled and she tugged and she tugged, but no matter how hard she tried, the boot refused to accept her foot. She went back to her theory that maybe the boot had been stepped on and the plastic inside the boot that keeps its shape was bent or not in the right place. Now, the Non-Russian happens to have these same boots in brown, so she took both pairs and closely compared them to see if the shaped had changed. And NOPE...the black boots looked completely fine. At this point, she is PUZZLED. What happened to her boots at that restaurant??? Did someone attack her footwear with some sort of boot-shrinking laser? Is there a strange side effect of drinking soju that causes one’s feet to grow overnight? Is she slowly losing her mind? So she took a look inside and happened to glance at the size tag........and well these boots are two sizes smaller than her shoe size!!!!!!!
What!?!?!?!? Huh??? How can this be? After the initial confusion and shock, she was able to think clearly and realize these are not her boots!!!! She has someone else's boots and they must have her FAVORITE shoes. It’s possible that some chick is walking around in Seoul wearing HER boots!!! After she took a few breaths, relaxed, and was able to get over her anger about someone having her favorite boots and maybe being able to wear them because they're bigger, and she can't even get these boots on her feet, she started to think about how peculiar this situation is.
How amazing is it that someone was wearing the same exact black boots, made by the same company, on the same night, eating at the same restaurant, in the same table section (she had to be in their section because the place where she removed her shoes, only had shoes from their section), and at the same time?!?!?!? The Non-Russian finds this whole situation very fascinating. And now she can really say that someone has actually taken a walk in her shoes......however as much as this situation makes her smile, she now has to buy new boots!!!!
This is just another instance when the Non-Russian turns a simple task such as putting on her shoes, into a completely complicated and strange situation. And now she’s wondering what is the best way to prevent this kind of thing from happening again. Does she have to carefully inspect her shoes before she puts them on, should she think about putting her contact information inside all of her shoes, or perhaps she needs to create some sort of special identification method so that she can immediately recognize whether or not the footwear she sees is hers??? Any ideas...send them!!
Last weekend the Non-Russian was enjoying a typical Friday night with her friends. They had dinner and some drinks, and then headed off to the 노래방 or a private karaoke room. After finishing our hour and a half of singing their hearts out, they decided to enjoy a midnight meal. In Korea....generally NOBODY wears shoes inside their homes. Following that tradition there are many restaurants where you sit on the floor and are required to remove your shoes. The Non-Russian and her friends happened to choose that kind of restaurant for their late night dining.
Just to provide you with some sort of mental image here is an attempt of describing the establishment. At this specific restaurant, all the tables were divided into sections, each section having four tables and all of the sections are on raised platforms about 6 inches off the ground.
The group entered the restaurant, walked to their section, removed their shoes, and stepped up onto the platform, leaving their shoes directly below thier specific platform where their table was located (this is a critical piece of information to truly understand the Non-Russian’s story). So...yada yada yada…they go to thier table, have some food, enjoy some drinks, talk about their opinions on Obama and how to achieve world peace, which is sadly is the topic of many of their conversations. A couple bottles of soju later, it’s decided that it’s time to return to their homes and get some desperately needed sleep. They walk to the edge of the platform, put on their shoes and leave the restaurant. Very simple, yes?? Immediately after the Non-Russian slipped on her boots, her feet felt extremely uncomfortable. However, that night she was wearing these knee high suede boots and she just thought maybe her feet aren’t all the way inside or maybe the side of boot had been stepped on so it was pressed in, or even maybe her sock was on crooked....a bunch of possibilities for the awkward feeling of her feet crossed her mind. But it was late, and she didn't have to walk very far to get a taxi, so she didn't bother to figure out the cause of the ill-fitting boots.
A couple of days later, the Non-Russian decided that her outfit definitely needed her favorite black boots to complete the look. So she grabbed them out of her closet and attempted to put them on, but for some strange reason she couldn't even get her foot inside the boot!!! She pulled and she pulled and she tugged and she tugged, but no matter how hard she tried, the boot refused to accept her foot. She went back to her theory that maybe the boot had been stepped on and the plastic inside the boot that keeps its shape was bent or not in the right place. Now, the Non-Russian happens to have these same boots in brown, so she took both pairs and closely compared them to see if the shaped had changed. And NOPE...the black boots looked completely fine. At this point, she is PUZZLED. What happened to her boots at that restaurant??? Did someone attack her footwear with some sort of boot-shrinking laser? Is there a strange side effect of drinking soju that causes one’s feet to grow overnight? Is she slowly losing her mind? So she took a look inside and happened to glance at the size tag........and well these boots are two sizes smaller than her shoe size!!!!!!!
What!?!?!?!? Huh??? How can this be? After the initial confusion and shock, she was able to think clearly and realize these are not her boots!!!! She has someone else's boots and they must have her FAVORITE shoes. It’s possible that some chick is walking around in Seoul wearing HER boots!!! After she took a few breaths, relaxed, and was able to get over her anger about someone having her favorite boots and maybe being able to wear them because they're bigger, and she can't even get these boots on her feet, she started to think about how peculiar this situation is.
How amazing is it that someone was wearing the same exact black boots, made by the same company, on the same night, eating at the same restaurant, in the same table section (she had to be in their section because the place where she removed her shoes, only had shoes from their section), and at the same time?!?!?!? The Non-Russian finds this whole situation very fascinating. And now she can really say that someone has actually taken a walk in her shoes......however as much as this situation makes her smile, she now has to buy new boots!!!!
This is just another instance when the Non-Russian turns a simple task such as putting on her shoes, into a completely complicated and strange situation. And now she’s wondering what is the best way to prevent this kind of thing from happening again. Does she have to carefully inspect her shoes before she puts them on, should she think about putting her contact information inside all of her shoes, or perhaps she needs to create some sort of special identification method so that she can immediately recognize whether or not the footwear she sees is hers??? Any ideas...send them!!
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