dear bank card ...

i know i'm overdue for a vacation re-cap/play-by-play of our wonderful holiday beach getaway, but my heart's not into story telling right now, so you'll have to wait. in the meantime, you can enjoy the picture of the toronto skyline on a korean store for ... who knows. any guesses?

oh, and also, i got trapped in a bank vestibule tonight for a minute that felt like a super-panicky long amount of time. and yes, i'll use the word "vestibule" as the whole scenario reminded me of the episode of friends where chandler gets stuck in an ATM with a victoria's secret model. except in my situation, there wasn't a model. or anyone else, for that matter.

i didn't know the bank machines (not the bank itself, but just the machines) closed at 10pm, and i naively ignored the announcement that was going off as i entered. i put my card into the (then functioning) machine only to have it immediately power off, and all the lights go out. i frantically tried to press cancel, with little luck. both exits also immediately locked and i was trapped in the dark with no cell phone and no korean language skills. traumatic!

luckily, my panic subsided and my logical thought process returned and i reached up to undo the manual lock at the top of one of the doors and miraculously escaped. unscathed, and only minus one bank card. of course, this was only after idiotically banging on the glass windows trying to capture the attention of foreign, unknowing passerbys. oh, and probably recording a really hilarious (in hindsight) CCTV security video of a near-hysterical white girl frantically running around and banging on easy-to-self-unlock doors.