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I am NOT a snack....Scooter's Adventures in South Korea

Coex..subway of human sardines

Wednesday, August 20th

Dad informed Mom that we have a formal event coming up. That means we have to go on the search for her a dress as well as have a tailor make me some evening wear. I've got to look good too.

Thursday, August 21st

Well...we went to the Coex. Mom and Aunt Sharon decided to they wanted to find Hannam Station, then saw a sign for a different subway station that would mean they only needed to do one line transfer. I swear we walked 2 miles before they almost didn't find it. If some well dressed dude hadn't come up from some semi-hidden steps, we probably wouldn't have found the station. Mom needs to find out which bus goes there from the stop out front.

We finally got to the station and made it to the mall without a problem. Did you know that Huyndai has a department store? First floor food. Second floor, cosmetics (yes, a whole floor of make up and skin care). Third floor, shoes and bags...including Jimmy Choo. Fourth floor, women's dressy clothes. Fifth floor, women's casuals including Oakley sunglasses and Juicy Couture. Mom found some purple metallic Oakleys that she had to have. We also found an umbrella store where Mom got two micro umbrellas. One of them has a small hard case, but Dad liked it, so just gave him a kiss.

There was also a big bookstore with a large selection of books in a variety of languages.

It was crowed when we headed home. People pack themselves onto the subway like sardines. Mom put me in my sling. I was illegally petted to the point all I could do was sigh and roll my eyes. Mom and Aunt Sharon were blocking for me to no avail. Mom carried me through the station where we changed lines - it was like walking through the Atlanta airport.

We passed a guide dog going the other way. He didn't see me and I ignored him. Mom needs to find out the Korean phrase so she can call out a warning. We also saw an older visually impaired man get off the subway. He about got knocked down while he was gaging the gap to get off. There is no sense of personal space and no sense of looking out for those who literally can't look out for themselves.

We were worried we wouldn't make our transfer station. We got on and stayed by the one door; got several stations out and it changed to the other side.

We finally made it to the War Memorial station. Aunt Sharon walked onto base and we caught a public bus. I was in a hurry, so Mom had to tell me "No". The ride started off rough, then someone who was in one of the handicap/elderly/preggers seats offered it up. Mom took it; standing up with me is hard to do. Mom thanked the person and I was happy to have a bit more stability for the ride.

Needles Suck; Glad it wasn't me.

Tuesday, August 19th

Mom was up most of last night. She had read up on the procedure the doc is going to perform and has almost psyched herself out of it. Seems people either love it or hate it; the only agreement is that it hurts.

We finally went to bed about the time Dad's clock went off and we had just gotten really comfy when our clock went off. I napped in my chair while Mom showered, dressed, and packed "our" bag. She got Bretta out then got me dressed. I knew we were going to the hospital because Mom had packed my Eddie Bauer mini-crate. That means something painful is going to happen to Mom; something that will make me want to break a down/stay to get to her.

Mom tried listening to her MP3 player on the bus; anything to try to clear her mind, but it just wasn't happening today. I ended up in her lap so I could get her mind on me and get her breathing under control.

We checked in and it was soo busy Mom couldn't listen to music and hear them call us. I started "talking" to