Somewhere along the way Balboa one day learned how to turn off the fan. I don't know how he learned but with him being a Chihuahua and having super short fur, I know why he learned it -- he gets cold super easy. He wasn't a happy pup yesterday and last night he decided to pee on the fan buttons. Yup, it's true. There's always a method to his madness, a reasoning to his odd behavior and beyond me not wanting to now touch the buttons to turn it on, it also meant it messed up the inside mechanics so the button wouldn't stay done. So, with no air con and a broken fan, I resorted to walking around as close to naked as possible. My new neighbors behind our building have already learned to stay away from their back windows. The other day I was hanging up my laundry when I spotted them so I said hi. Turns out their not a fan of my sport bras and boy short undies.
"Why do you always have to be naked?" Snickers once told me. I was convinced he must be the ONLY man on the face of this planet to ever say such a silly question but with Korea's hot, humid summer, I'd peel off my skin too if it were possible. Taking showers these days is pretty much pointless and such a waste of time, effort and water. No sooner do I shower but then, when I blow dry my hair or put on clothes, I get sweaty all over again so now I no longer blow dry my hair or put on clothes... hahaha.
And trying to study in this heat, ya like that proved successful... not! The air conditioner at Kyobo Bookstore lured me out of my comfort zone house and got me dressed but then once I had bought my book and wanted to study from it, I had to find another cold place to go to. The local coffee shops were overly crowded with young couples also milking the free air conditioner so I headed over to our boxing club. Some of the G-Boys had asked me personally yesterday if I could let them in to train if I was coming in so I came in and texted them, telling them to come train if they want to.
Our boxing club has two large fans -- I hogged one and let the others share the second. It definitely made studying quite comfortable though I must admit studying at the club was quite distracting considering what was going on behind me.
Ohhhhh, the fun of running a boxing club. These days our nudity problem with the guys ignoring the locker room rule has shifted to a problem with finding random underwear -- panties as they call them -- around the club. Between Thursday and today, I've come across four pairs of underwear randomly either thrown into the club towels laundry basket, left on the shelf in the locker room or floor of the change rooms. I posted a picture on Facebook today of a pair I had washed and hung up to dry on the boxing ring. It was the only one out of the four found I thought appropriate to even snap a shot of. Turns out they belong to our sponsor's son, great.
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