No shoes, no entry.
I had a dream that I applied for a job...at Islands. All they had left was a "maintenance" position. I politely refused.
I woke up and wept.
All Koreans need to hook each other up, especially for cell phones. That's the unwritten rule, according to a short Korean man who "forgot" to get insurance for his (now long lost) phone. I promptly pointed at Harold the newb, and declared him the official "I-have-to-deal-with-cheap-ass-Koreans-all-day-because-Daniel-thinks-he's-a-white-guy" guy.
I almost got hit by a van while coming home.
All in all, a normal day.