Friday, July 31, 2009

The Korean Word for Costco is Post Office...

Today was one of those days with so much to do...and a short time to get there. It was at this moment I forgot where I was and got into a taxi and simply said, "Post Office". I repeated myself a couple of times, and we were off....going cross town. I simply relaxed and thought that it saved me a from hailing another taxi. The alarm didn't go off in my head until...we arrived at Costco. Yes, even in Korea...Costco has survived where Walmart failed.

I motioned to my package...and signaled my disapproval...the driver looking more stuck than I was called out for help from one of the pedestrians....like an episode of Cash Cab...only this time the driver was the one who needed to phone a friend. Costco was not the post office, but where we happened to be was near the airport. Ah, one beleaguered passer-by mentioned the main post office, pointing in the general direction...so off we went...where I was deposited by the side of the road looking for a way in.

So, in inappropriate shoes and all I tried to approached the building only to get 'jacked up' by a security guard...I gestured and pointed at my package and just as I was getting frustrated with the rent-a-cop....a postal van was pulling out of the gate. The postal worker saw my frustration...and flung the door open when I said two little words..."taxi driver'.
So, perhaps you are wondering what the big deal is about getting to the post office...simple...in South Korea they are not open during the weekends. After reading about the distress of the US Postal Service, always taking it for granted when they were open on Saturdays (then of course that meant that had to be the same all over the world)....wrong!! 9-5, Monday through Friday. This also applies to anything you need sent out by express mail. Kinkos?? FedEx??? DHL??? Mail Boxes, etc.? Fiction not fact...at least here in Daegu....at least NOT with the service hours you expect elsewhere. The only thing that is open 24 hours is a HomePlus and your local heart attack waiting to happen (AKA McDonald's). It had been a while since I had seen the EXCO, and it was the perfect day to snap a few shots. The weather was beautiful, clear, and the fountains were on.
The exhibition hall was getting traffic with the latest exhibits...

and I wasn't quite sure what this robot's purpose in life was. It wasn't functioning...or perhaps it was asleep...
But after all of the self created drama...caused by my procrastination...(yes...if it is something I don't want to do...it is the last possible second....well, not last...but damn close) I had to photograph the statue again. There is no title...but something besides the naked form struck me as I looked up at this messenger. There are no arms, just wings. This winged messenger is never meant to hold anyone. It made me look at this statue in a whole new light.
After all...all I was going to do was mail a package...and I wound up here...at the EXCO, pondering her form. Not a bad day at all.
Now, I wonder where the taxi driver will take me if I say Costco.....

4 comments:

Solo said...

love the blog :)

Summer said...

keep it up. saw your blog from facebook :)

Marilyn said...

Thank you...for stopping by??Summer and Solo.
Feel like I been through a blog-thru moment...

Anonymous said...

He will take you to Posco