No matter how bad my day is
No matter how much I woe about my Korean abilities
No matter how much I fear a scooter will end my life as I stroll on the sidewalk
No matter how much I weep at the won in my wallet
No matter how many times I needlessly choke down another octopus tentacle
No matter how many adjumma shove me aside as I wait patiently in line
No matter how many hapless hours I spend trying to converse with the regular Korean citizen
No matter how many banana milks I drink
I will always smile
When I see the bus driver wave
At the bus driver of the same number bus
Going the opposite direction.
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