One of the things I’ve noted about life in Korea is that you can’t go anywhere without running into someone.

Perfect example.

A couple of weekends ago the neighbor & I said ‘So long, Suckers!’ to the hubbies and headed for Seoul.

We were bound & determined to have a estrogen-filled day of fun, frivolity, pampering & anything else we could think of to just feel normal again.

When we pulled into one of the lots in Yongsan, there he was.

Remember him?

Yep, mid-life crisis man.

You know, as I sit here typing this out I’m struck by the thought that I have no idea who this man really is. Is he a high-ranking officer or just another NCO grunt? No clue.

So in case he’s the former & somehow manages to find this post (knock wood), I hope he has a sense of humor & doesn’t revoke my ration card because I really like to go shopping at the Osan BX.

(Recently the Osasn AAFES-run BX has taken to questioning our ration card status.)

Ration Card: Yet another form of ID we get to carry around. It’s only purpose & legitimate use is at the commissary – to prevent black marketing, track which items are popular sellers & keep non-military personnel from raiding our already sparse shelves.

But does AAFES enforce the use or abuse of ration cards? No. Do they scan it at the check-out? No. It drives me nuts. It’s like going to WalMart & the greeter asking to see your car insurance.

Either let me in without it or start actually enforcing it.

Sorry about that rant. It’s just one of those ridiculous things that really gets me about life in Korea.

But irregardless, I would very much like to keep my ration card, thank you.