Our relationship always was going places . . .
Eighteen years ago yesterday, or today in the Western hemisphere, Sun-Ae and I got married in the Ozarks. As many readers know by now, we met on a train in 1992, and our relationship has been going places ever since. Why only yesterday, we had another transportational experience.
We were dining in a restaurant on Ewha's lovely campus but failed to notice the busy street directly behind us until the red bus you see through the window came barreling directly at our backs, whereupon we overheard its massive roar and leaped to our feet in a foolish attempt to outrun that rapidly approaching vehicle!
Naturally, we couldn't muster up sufficient power to outrun a bus, not even with our adrenaline-fueled resources, so it quickly gained on us:
And gained more and more and more and more and MORE:
Until we were run over and nothing left behind but a couple of greasy spots on the restaurant table, a sight too horrible to see, so no picture was taken of our sad demise.
But we nevertheless enjoyed the afternoon out on our wedding anniversary . . .