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HMart Dancing
Jan. 5th, 2010 03:40 pmThis past Sunday, Matthew and I went out shopping for our diet provisions. Our tour always takes us to Costco (bulk items), ShopRite (a local grocery store - diet drinks), and HMart, a Korean market (fish, greens, and unusual stuff). Yesterday, I posted a receipt from HMart of "ottopus" for $18 a package, which ultimately is pretty inexpensive for, eh-hem, octopus.
Every time we go to HMart, we brace ourselves for the music. If we're both tired, we think twice about going in there for extended shopping because it's like going to a dance club. A dance club where no one dances. A dance club where you want to shake your groove thang. A dance club where you wanna lip-synch, but don't know the words to lip-synch. Why?? BECAUSE IT'S IN KOREAN!! Sometimes, the music is so FREAKIN loud and psychotic, if we're not together, we'll call each other (or I call my sister) and hold the phone over the oranges so we can hear the music. We don't say hi or even talk, really... just wait for the other to say, "Oh, at HMart, eh?"
This shopping day, we were both in really great spirits and went into HMart. The place was virtually empty for a Sunday and oddly there weren't many Koreans around. I literally danced around the corner into the "greens and veggies" section to get Yu Choy Sum and Gai Lan raising my hand up in the air and twirled a little, jiving to the anthem dance music. This song was in Engrish and I was so excited!! I got bagged dancing by a blond, Nordic woman at the bok choi. She had a BIG smile on her face as she watched me pass the spring onions and cauliflower. I stopped for a minute, but then started cutting a rug off and on while picking out radishes and Swiss chard.
By the time we had gotten to the fish and I started selecting our Kim Chee for the evening, the music was getting really good. I could feel the build-up of a Beyonce song edging closer to the hook, and then the song took off. It was all I could do to stay still.
A tall, thin Italian guy with a wool beanie walked by grinning from ear to ear and said, "It's good, right?"
I said, "Dude, I can't keep still!"
Matthew came over to me and said that other folks were watching me from behind, laughing, and starting to groove a little, too. How fun!!
I've heard that Leos have a tendency to make others dance. I guess that's true. Even in a Korean market that should seriously invest in a disco ball.
Every time we go to HMart, we brace ourselves for the music. If we're both tired, we think twice about going in there for extended shopping because it's like going to a dance club. A dance club where no one dances. A dance club where you want to shake your groove thang. A dance club where you wanna lip-synch, but don't know the words to lip-synch. Why?? BECAUSE IT'S IN KOREAN!! Sometimes, the music is so FREAKIN loud and psychotic, if we're not together, we'll call each other (or I call my sister) and hold the phone over the oranges so we can hear the music. We don't say hi or even talk, really... just wait for the other to say, "Oh, at HMart, eh?"
This shopping day, we were both in really great spirits and went into HMart. The place was virtually empty for a Sunday and oddly there weren't many Koreans around. I literally danced around the corner into the "greens and veggies" section to get Yu Choy Sum and Gai Lan raising my hand up in the air and twirled a little, jiving to the anthem dance music. This song was in Engrish and I was so excited!! I got bagged dancing by a blond, Nordic woman at the bok choi. She had a BIG smile on her face as she watched me pass the spring onions and cauliflower. I stopped for a minute, but then started cutting a rug off and on while picking out radishes and Swiss chard.
By the time we had gotten to the fish and I started selecting our Kim Chee for the evening, the music was getting really good. I could feel the build-up of a Beyonce song edging closer to the hook, and then the song took off. It was all I could do to stay still.
A tall, thin Italian guy with a wool beanie walked by grinning from ear to ear and said, "It's good, right?"
I said, "Dude, I can't keep still!"
Matthew came over to me and said that other folks were watching me from behind, laughing, and starting to groove a little, too. How fun!!
I've heard that Leos have a tendency to make others dance. I guess that's true. Even in a Korean market that should seriously invest in a disco ball.
