Every time I visit my friend Teri in Cheongju, I always feel a bit of a sucker punch when we go downtown:
|Notice the little satellite sign that helpfully reads "page 12". What was I to think? What would YOU think?|
The first time I saw this, I was walking, yes indeed. I was smiling, striding. The theme from Chariots of Fire was crescendo-ing in my head, as were plans to move to Cheongju forthwith. I rounded the corner smartly, looked past the coffee shop with an expectant smile and saw this:
My smile froze and fell. I whipped through the five stages with a speed that would have impressed Elisabeth Kubler-Ross.
"A clothing store? No way. The bookstore is probably upstairs, or around here somewhere. I just gotta look harder."
"What. The. Actual. Fuck. Who in the HELL is responsible for this bullshit? What kind of stupid idiot names a clothing store BOOK MARK???"
"Maybe there are some books about fashion inside. I don't mind; I can read about fashion, even if it's in Korean. I really don't mind."
"Why go on?????? What's the use??? Later on, I'll be hungry and I'll probably see a sign that says Cheeseburger in Paradise and it'll just be another superfluous clothing store that markets size 0 clothing."
"Sigh. Book Mark. It's a clothing store, sure enough. Sad but true. Where's my camera?"
How many other bookworms walking about in Cheongju have felt the sting of this cruel mockery? I guess it's mean and petty to hope that all of Book Mark's shoppers are merely of the window variety, but I can't help it.