This week is a major holiday in Korea called Chuseok, which is like Thanksgiving. I am on the road now and writing this from a hotel room. Luckily, it had a computer, or I would have to write it on my phone.
The elderly man stood in the doorway of the shop, facing a mannequin in a white dress.
“I know you don’t talk much,” he said, “but I’ve seen you here, day after day as I pass by and I wanted to tell you that I really like you. Would you have dinner with me sometime?”
I felt pity for him. The poor, senile man had fallen in love with a mannequin. Should I say anything?
At that moment, a middle-aged woman stepped from behind the mannequin, blushing furiously.
The man beamed. “There you go. You don’t need to be shy.”