Korean Moped Man, I love you.
I love your speedy delivery of fried chicken, the mail, or Internet provider customer support.
I love the smoldering cigarette hanging out of your mouth at a jaunty angle above the pollution filtering mask that you have pulled out of the way to make room for it.
I love the yellow E-Mart bags wrapped around your gloves in the winter.
I love when I make eye contact with the wise and mournful plastic eyes of the polar bear hat draped over your brow like the carcass of a beloved plush toy.
I love when you zip past me and shout, "So nice to meet you!" Korean Moped Man, it is nice to you meet you, too.
I love when we are waiting at a crosswalk together and you take the time to throw me an upnod and rev your engine a few times. I hope you don't forget me too quickly as you zoom away to deliver that pressing McDonald's order.
I love you Korean Moped Man. You are the reason I look both ways before I cross the sidewalk, and today you are the reason I am glad I am in Korea, and nowhere else in the world.