This weekend I'm going home to Chicago-should be some fun times. When I go out of town I always wait till the last minute to get all my ducks in order. This weekend of course is no exception. I went to the dry cleaners this morning to drop some things off. Don't be shocked people. I do own clothes that are dry clean only. I love the woman that owns my dry cleaners. She takes good care of me and is easy to deal with. There is however, a language barrier. This is the conversation I had with her this morning:
"Good Morning."
"Hello, How are you?"
"I'm fine. How are you?"
"OK"
"Listen I need these by tonight. OK?"
"OK"
"OK?"
"OK"
The "OKs" would have gone on forever if I would've allowed it. But, I was getting confused and I was running late to HELL ON EARTH. As I was putting the receipt in my bag she handed me handful of Korean candy and told me I was sweet. It's nice to know the dry cleaner finds me sweet. I thanked her and gladly took the foreign candy. I ate the candy and drank my coffee on the way to work. I know have one of the biggest sugar headaches known to man.
