As if yesterday didn't flat out suck enough, it got dragged out into today with me being reported a missing person to the Cheonan police. Yup, that's right. I left the club yesterday around 3:30pm and wasn't about to return until Snickers appologized or at least searched me out. Well, he searched me out all right. Around 3am he launched a search party for me and it included KBS. Later in his search, Kato and one of our other members joined in. I, however, wasn't lost. Instead, I was at a friend's house, talking to her and asking her for some sound advice on what I should do.
And then I fell asleep.
I fell asleep with my phone on quiet mode which meant I missed all 22 calls and texts from Snickers.
But then I woke up.
I woke up to my friend asking me if the number flashing on her phone was that of Snickers. By then it was approaching 6am. Then her apartment door bell rang. I opened the door and there in front of me stood two men -- a police officer and the apartment complex security officer. You can imagine my shock when I realized who it was. Snickers had most definitely searched me out. The police had tracked me down to which area of the city I was in via my phone GPS and from there Snickers searched on foot and then went through my list of friends to see who lived in that area.
Last night I had snapped a picture from on top of a walkway bridge and had posted it on Facebook. I had wrote a message in Korean to accompany it and it translated to "My only regret is he will never know". Apparently what I meant by it and how it was interpreted by a friend were two different things, totally couldn't be more opposite even if we tried, and that's definitely what helped feed the need to find me as quick as possible. Someone had interpreted that picture as me showing suicidal signs, as in "my only regret because I'm about to kill myself".
Me suicidal?! Come on. I'm insulted. It's a bad day, not a bad life and I can distinguish this thanks.
Being police escorted out of my friend's apartment was one thing but being told they were then going to drive me home but lecture me first at the side of the street was another. There was another police officer in what looked like some kind of undercover van. He got out when we approached it and then started lecturing me in a pretty snarky voice, as if I were some juvenile delinquent. He kept on asking me what my intentions were and who the apartment belonged too, suggesting he thought I had a "lover", aka a guy on the side. Trust me, one Korean man is enough to handle, why the heck would I want two?! Exactly. Anyways, I didn't like what he was suggesting nor did I like the way he was treating me. I didn't think I had done anything wrong beyond not answer my phone and I needed the space and time to think things over plus, as mentioned above, it was on quiet mode so I didn't know Snickers had been calling me like crazy while I was sleeping.
After a few minutes of trying to just grin and take the verbal abuse from the one police officer, I then blurted out, "You don't even know me?" "Yes, your name is Amy", he responded. "No, that's not actually my full name." He responded by yelling "I don't care what your name is" and then swearing at me so I told him to not talk to me. It was now after 6am and I was beyond exhausted so dealing with some rude police officer was the last thing I really had the patience for. I ended up arguing with him and insisting he call me a taxi instead of driving me home. At first he motioned that he was going to grab my arm and perhaps force me into the van but I stepped back and gave him the evil eye as if to say "just try to touch me".
I've never been one to have a beef with the police, they're just trying to do their job and I feel they have a hard enough time as it is, but I was not going to go in their van. I hadn't seen their badges and only knew they were police by their jackets and them telling me. I figured being dropped off at Hulk's in a police van would definitely reinforce the "rebellious white girl" label many of the surrounding shop owners have already thrown on me and though I have a good laugh at it I don't think it's particularly cool.
The one officer, the nice one, called me a cab and that's how I got home.
Today will forever be remembered as that time in Korea I got listed as a missing person and a search party of five combed the city looking for me. I'm sure one day I'll be able to laugh about this story and that it'll be a good one to tell my friends but until then it's really not.
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