When I walked in to eat lunch today, I saw a “pretty” girl across the restaurant, but I didn’t pay much attention.  There are a lot of “pretty” people in Korea (in my opinion) and I never talk to any of them.

But as I was eating I noticed her talking to the owners of the restaurant… and then my chopsticks stopped midway between the rice and my mouth as I saw them all staring at me.

One of the owners comes over to my table, opens the menu, and points to another dish and then points to me — clearly wanting me to eat it.  I say “No, no, no” because I did not want (or need) any more food.  Owner walks away and Pretty Girl leaves.

Then, Girl #2 comes over to my table to tell me what just went down.  Evidently, Pretty Girl bought me take out.  For the record, we never spoke.  She did not ask if I wanted take out, and I did not send body language signals telling her that I was unable to feed myself.  Nevertheless, I left lunch with an extra pork cutlet.

To make things even better, Girl #2 comes over again and tells me that if I ever need anything, I should just give her a call.  Then she slid me her number.

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