Ten minutes ago I actually answered the door. (I still don’t know what the different buttons on the video door bell/intercom stand for) Stupid, I know, but I happened to be right next to the door.

It’s a white guy. He starts apologizing profusely in broken Korean. Mr. Mullet is with him and explains that the guy is lost. He’s still drunk and doesn’t know which floor or apartment number he lives at. It’s 10:15 in the morning…I hear the door bells ringing down the hall, one by one. No wonder Koreans hate Americans…so many of them that come here set such poor examples.