Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a barber in Goseong is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll into the shop on Goseong-ro, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First client walks in. Dude’s got hair like a lion. I mean, seriously, bro? You live in Goseong, not the jungle! I’m tryin’ to tame that mane, and he’s just yappin’ about the weather. Like, yeah, it’s nice, but can we focus on your hair? Anyway, I finally get him sorted, and he leaves lookin’ fresh. I’m feelin’ like a hair wizard.
Then, boom! The door swings open. It’s my buddy Minho. He’s all hyped up, talkin’ about the new café on Goseong’s main street. Apparently, they got this crazy dessert that’s like a mountain of whipped cream. I’m like, “Dude, I’m tryin’ to work here!” But he’s relentless. So, I promise him I’ll check it out after work.
Next up, this lady comes in. She’s got a million questions. “Can you do layers? What about bangs? How about color?” I’m like, “Lady, I’m a barber, not a magician!” But I keep my cool. I mean, it’s Goseong, we’re all about that hospitality, right? So, I give her the full treatment. She leaves happy, and I’m feelin’ like a champ again.
But then, the drama hits. My phone buzzes. It’s my mom. She’s like, “You need to come home NOW!” I’m thinkin’, “What’s the emergency?” Turns out, my little brother’s been messing around with my clippers. I’m like, “Seriously?!” I can’t even. I’m ready to lose it.
So, I finish up my shift, and I’m outta there. I stroll down Goseong-ro, and the vibe is just... electric. People everywhere, street food stalls, the smell of tteokbokki wafting through the air. I’m feelin’ a bit better.
I hit up that café Minho was raving about. It’s called “Sweet Goseong” or something. I order that whipped cream mountain. OMG, it’s like a sugar explosion! I’m sittin’ there, shoveling it in, and I can’t help but laugh. Life’s too short, right?
But then, I see this guy outside. He’s tryin’ to sell fish. Like, fresh fish right on the street! I’m like, “Dude, it’s Goseong, not a fish market!” But he’s all about it. I respect the hustle, but c’mon, man.
After that, I head home. My brother’s there, looking all innocent. I grab my clippers, and they’re a mess. I’m like, “What did you do?!” He just shrugs. Kids, man. I can’t even.
So, I sit down, exhausted. Goseong’s got its quirks, but I love it. The streets, the people, the food. It’s chaotic, but it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
And that’s a wrap on my day. Just another wild ride in Goseong. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!