I had snapped this picture while roaming the streets of Songtan one Saturday afternoon with Eric.

(*If you look close, you can see his reflection in the glass. Where am I?…I don’t reflect…I’m too pale.)

I had every intention of this just being a quick-pic post with some quippy one-liner sentence or two. But oh no, it turned into an embarrassing moment story.

So there we were, minding our own business, finding tailor shop after tailor shop (for men) – but not a single dressmaker in the place.

(This was when I thought I had all of 5 days to find something formal to wear to an NCO ball – which turned out to be no ball at all. I know, long story & one I keep meaning to share.)

*Mental Note: Remember to tell everyone about the time Eric said ‘Hey Babe, I just bought tickets to the NCO ball up in Seoul. I can wear my brand-new tailor-made suit & we’ll find something for you to wear”.

But I digress…

Songtan…that’s where we were…Songtan, filled with tailor shops.

We stumbled on this striking number & I knew I had to snap a picture or two. But I didn’t want the owner, who was standing around outside trying to hustle soldiers into his shop, to see me taking pictures.

Why?…I don’t know, I just didn’t want to be caught because it’s far too easy for me to accidentally make some international offense without knowing it.

So I stop – grab 2 pictures – just in time for the woman who owns the tailor-shop next door to this one to come over to me & say…

“You can take peec-ture my suit. Veree good suit. Best quality! Ees no problem.”

Whereas she proceeded to nudge me over to her doorway, pointing at the suits, whispering like I was on a super secret photographing tailor-made suit mission.

Fudge…

I avoided one, only to be called out by another.

And all so I could bring you this picture.