There is a saying in Korea, it goes something along these lines. "A scolded daugher in-law can only take her "Han" out on the dog." The idea of "Han" is like carrying around grievances and passing them onto somebody else.
It is a thoroughly ridiculous concept. Unlike the West, rather than redress grievances from the direction that they come, somebody who has been scolded or has been done wrong by somebody with a "higher" station in life, turns around and delivers their pain down the line. In the West, we call this being a cunt.
After the baseball yesterday evening we decided to stop off at Bennigan's and get ourselves some Casadias. According to my girl, it would be fitting end to a lovely evening. She certainly loves her food and I'm always willing to eat something.
We sat down at the table and ordered our food. Only a couple of minutes later our waitress comes back to inform us that they haven't got what we wanted. This is where the anger begins. I can feel it rising up inside of me, but through years of practice I have learnt to swallow it down into a little ball and leave it there. So we both swallowed our rage and looked over the menu again. We decided to get Fahitas this time. The waitress left and said "Sorry."
I always say that my girlfriend knows me better than anyone else I know so it's about this time that she starts prodding me. "You know Peemil," she says. "This really pisses me off. Everytime we go somewhere they never have what we want."
"Yeah" I muse to myself. "They never do."
"I mean it's on the menu, so they should have it."
"Hell yeah." I think. "They should have it on the menu."
"It's like all those times we went to TGIF's and they never have the burgers."
"Fuck yeah. The burgers. Fucking bastards." I brood to myself.
"Or those other times when we've come here and they don't have what we want."
"The assholes. What do they think they are running here? Jesus H. Christ!" I think.
"I mean if we were here with (a friend of the family who is a very nice bloke but knows what he wants) he would say, 'I don't want anything else. I came here for that and that's what I want. That's why I chose your place of business.'"
The anger rises in me again and I blurt it out.
"Fucking dickheads. What does it take to keep a stock report and average out the amount of food they use in a particular period and order accordingly? I mean, how long has this place been open, they must know what they need. They couldn't run a restaurant if their life depended on it. I'll fucking show them."
So the food comes out and it's unsatisfactory. So I launch into a fitting tirade. The funny part about this is she now turns around and plays good cop, while I'm the bad cop. So now we've got one angry Peemil, a woman who got me all angry in the first place playing nice, a polite but stifling rage waitress and food on the table that is unsatisfactory.
Eventually we got extra stuff sent out to us and a discount on the bill. I wondered when we left, whether the waitress went out back and took out her "Han" on the dish dog. I also wondered whether I had taken out my "Han" on the waitress. Most importantly though, I wondered how my beautiful girlfriend can seemingly play me like a fiddle.
Above: A waitress with big boobs. It's a shame our waitress didn't have big ones. It's so hard to get angry at big jugs.