the candy man

I made a new friend last week when I bought a couple of antique paper dolls. This guy, The Candy Man, loads up his old Chevrolet pickup truck with candy and antique/old school toys and what not, and sells it on the street. There is something beautiful about all that sugar in one place. I've seen him two weeks in a row now, and despite my awful broken Korean, he insists on talking to me. We can hardly communicate, but he seemed to enjoy my company and got a kick out of trying to teach me new words. He asked all sorts of questions I don't understand. It was really quite a trip.

Today, as a reward for sitting with him for a while, I got to try all kinds of candy and he gave me a box of those fun little paper things that explode and make a loud sound when you throw them on the ground. I love those!

Then this cute director comes up and starts talking to us--to me in English and to Ajossi in hangukmal. And all I could hear in my head was that 50 cent song, I'll take you to the candy shop, I'll let you lick the lollipop, go head girl don't you stop, and it just ruined the completely innocent nature of the whole thing. So, I had to leave. Till next week...