Today I was playing with the looper.
The doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting anyone, so I shut down everything so as not to freak them out with the qeird sounds emmenating from the amp.
It was a woman.
She gave the usual "OH!" and look fo shock that happens when salesmen open the door to find a foreigner. She asked if I spoke Korean. I said no.
Then she got a pained look on her face and thought for a moment.
"I am milk mother!" she said, holding out a pamphlet with all different brands of milk on it.
Turns out they have a milk delivery service here.
Good times, Milk Mother.
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