Today marks my 3 month (100 days) anniversary dating this boy I met via a car accident. I was driving my friends home from a night of debauchery. To tell the truth that night wasn’t too much fun, it was at a regular straight bar and since I hate drinking alcohol I was no more than a designated driver. While driving home I made a left turn on a red light, and BAM a police car pulled me over and what came out was an 6’3 officer named Dean around his mid 20’s. Why I turned left on a red light? Simply because I was on a one way street and turning right would yield an automatic accident for the incoming cars. Stupid me, I played the “foreigner card”. “Shir Shir, I am NU to this SHity” I whimpered, however he saw through my facade and demanded to see my license and insurance.
I did not know my license included such info; when and where it was licensed . He further interrogate me, since I said I was “Nu to this shitty” in my korean accent but my license and insurance documents stated otherwise. He knew I was a resident upon seeing my license, while I was crying, my friends were concerned and blurted out, “He’s just a bad driver, it is in his blood”. At this point my face turned a 360, and shortly reverted to even more crying. Lol, have you ever seen a grown man cried? not too pleasant lol. I went out of the car, completely forfeiting my chance of appeal and was hoping jail won’t be too bad. [crazy me and my imagination].
At this point I was crying at full force. “No officer, I didn’t have anything to drink tonight. Alcohol taste too much like mouth wash…it is true… I am simply a bad driver. It is in my blood…and blah blah blah. PLEASE DON’T TAKE ME TO JAIL and more blah blah blah”
He then took me to a nearby bench and sat me down. “It is okay, don’t do it again. Can you promise me?” said the policeman. “YES! OFFICER! I PROMISE! I PROMISE!”. 4 min later his stomach started to growl. He was hungry, but didn’t get the chance to eat since there were many other people like me that night, but unlike me…. alcohol was probably a factor on their driving ability. He escorted me to my car, and I opened the trunk to give him something I prepared as a midnight snack for myself; 김치볶음밥…kimchi fried rice. It was suppose to be my late night dinner, but it ended up being his first meal of the night. He initially declined my homemade kimchi fried rice, but I told him. “In asian culture, when rejecting someone’s else food, that implies the food is shitty…an indirect insult to the offerer”. Oh the countless lies i fed him that night, I totally made that portion up. However the container that the fried rice was kept in was a gift from a close japanese friend, I couldn’t just part ways with it just because of a ticket…lol. I asked him to return it after finish eating it. How? I gave him my number