Around 8:45 am on Monday my phone rings. I don’t know the number so I hit ignore and go back to sleep. I’m in Korea, people. Answering an unknown number never goes well.
It immediately rings again. Ugh. This time I let it ring out, but I still don’t answer it. And I go back to sleep after a solid two minutes of the world’s most annoying ringtone.
10 minutes later it rings again. Same number. Really people? I answer it.
Korean Man: An-nyong-ha-say-yo? (That means hello) Amy?
Me: Yes, Amy (internal monologue “oh no! What did I do?”)
KM: Delivery service. Amy?
Me: Uhhhh, ok. Yes, Amy. (they usually just bring deliveries straight to my door…)
KM: Delivery service. 1521? (apartment #)
Me: Yes. 1521.
Me: Yes. Amy. Yes.
Me: Yes. 1521.
Me: Yes. 1-5-2-1. (oh for the love of God)
KM: Flower Service. Amy?
Me: (flower service? I need to work on my Korean…) Yes, Amy. 1521.
KM: Flower Service. Amy. 1521. 1-5-2-1.
Me: (Thanks for the recap.) Yes. Amy. 1521.
KM: Ok, Bye.
Although I was still slightly asleep, something told me that I should probably get out of bed and put real clothes on. I quickly got dressed, turned on the tv, and laid back down with Charlie. Not 5 minutes later, my doorbell rang. (yes, I have doorbell for a 10 sq foot apartment.)
Yay for pretty flowers! People love me, I have a huge fan club. Ok, maybe not but my friend Allison in Chicago loves me!
Thank you, Allison! They are beautiful! I love them!
I immediately gave them fresh water and put them in the window for sunlight. Then I giggled over them for a little bit because I LOVE flowers. And then I went back to bed.