Since I arrived in Daegu, I have seen huge stuffed bears everywhere. It creeps me out a bit. I know they’re cute and fluffy and huge…but they’re basically fuzzy petri dishes. They sit out in public, where everyone can touch them and hug them and lay on them. The coffee shop next to my apartment has one that sits on a couch and watches the road when someone isn’t snuggling with it. Do you remember this place?
The picture is a bit grainy, but you can see that there is a giant bear in every room. I’m still not sure what this business is all about, but I know what goes on there. People lay all over the bears while watching movies or playing video games. Cute, right? Wrong. Ever gotten Hepatitis C from a bear? You pay to rent the room, but the MRSA is free.
Scott (New Zealand) and I also found one in the movie theater. It scared the hell out of me. We thought we were the last ones out of the theater after the movie, and I caught the bear out of the corner of my eye. For a split second, I thought it was a fat guy sitting very still and staring at us.
I don’t know what’s more creepy – the fact that there is a bear in the theater that scared the hell out of me, or the that a new person is snuggling on this thing’s nasty fur every two hours. That’s not OK.
Well, we finally found the source of these bears. Like all giant things, they come from Costco. My friend Mitch (Philly) found a huge bin of them on display. It didn’t seem to bother anyone else that there was a girl inside the bin snuggling with all of the bears less than a minute before Mitch grabbed one for a photo. I bet there are nasty little kids in that bin all day every day. Those bears probably have every disease known to man clinging to their fur, just waiting for some idiot (Philly) to get too close.
So, while the rest of the world is showering these disease-traps with affection, I’ll be avoiding them like the plague. Frankly, I wouldn’t be surprised if some of them actually have the plague.
Until next time.