Well, after a long day at work, I headed home to nap before meeting up with the Girls from Ori. On my way home, some guys selling Internet (I think) were outsode my apt complex, but I went in as I a.) don't deal with utilities, and b.) didn't think that they would speak English.
Anyway, one of them followed me in, up the stairs, and started chatting me up in Korean. Well, some English, but mostly in Korean. He's 26. I'm 24. Much giggling and mouth-covering occurred (by him, naturally).
Once I explained that my director pays my bills (at least, that's what I *think* I said), he went into his wallet, pulled out a 1000 Indonesian Rupiah bill and gave it to me. Why?
"Cute!"
Then he ran away, much like I wanted to after forcing the bartender to take one of the strawberries that I smuggled in the other night.
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