How Could I Forget?!

I am so ashamed of myself. I forgot to tell everyone about the best damn part of Shana's visit...

I was going to take her to my class of Korean businessmen (oh, man...that's a whole other kettle of fish...) that I teach at 7:30 am. We had to leave the house by 6:40 and we hadn't had coffee so we're both a little groggy. We take one bus to the Seoul Express Bus terminal and get off to catch the 360 to Gangnam.

Here's where it got tricky. And it must be stated again that neither of us had had any coffee.

I see the 360 pull up behind another bus and I said to Shana, "Here it is, let's go." She thought I meant the first bus while I went to the bus behind it. I was about to get on when I looked behind me to tell her something and I noticed she wasn't there. I started calling her name and looking all over the bus stop for her but she was gone. I started to mildly freak out because I had no phone on me and no way of getting a hold of her. I became convinced she was going to end up in North Korea, talking to Kim Jong-Il about shoes and hair care.

Just as I'm imagining having to call Chuck Robinson to tell him his daughter is lost in Korea, I see the funniest thing I had seen in at least a week...Shana Robinson, RUNNING down the street, waving to me.

(Anyone who knows Shana knows that her personal motto is "Jews don't run unless they're being chased.)

Turns out Shana realized I wasn't on the bus and got off at the next stop, which was thankfully only down the street, and started hauling ass towards me. I was so relieved that I nearly died laughing from the sight of her sprinting towards me. Ahh, good times.