“Helloooooooo, Baby”

This has happened several times. And I still fail to see the logic in it.

As I’m walking down the street I see maybe one, maybe a group, of men on the sidewalk. Chatting, hanging, chilling.

As I get closer I hear a man clear his throat. Okay, not just clear his throat. Bring forth the most tremendous hawker/lougey/whatever you want to call it. And as I approach, spit. Right in front of me. I usually have to adjust my pace so that I am not the recipient of said projection.

But this is what kills me. As I walk by, carefully avoiding what has just been spit onto the sidewalk, he inevitably says, “Hellllllooooooooo” and the Korean equivalent of “How you doin’?”

Why do you think I want to talk to you after you just about bombarded me with your mucas and saliva? Maybe it’s a cultural thing, but I just don’t find that attractive. Go figure.