Last week we ordered a bed. We have been
sleeping on the floor or in the tiny single bed for so long that it forced us
to use the terrifying site that is G-market. As far as websites go it is a
confusing mess. We navigated our way around it very slowly and took the plunge.
We ordered the bed on the Saturday and
hoped it wouldn’t arrive two sizes too
small.
We transferred the money on the Sunday (yes
you don’t use cards on this site)
and waited to see when it would arrive. To our surprise the very next day we received
a text message saying it was on its way. At 9pm that night the bed would be
arriving. We hadn’t a clue how to get rid of
the old bed but who cared! We could finally have a mattress to sleep on.
Unfortunately 60 mins after the set arrival
time there was still no sign of the delivery and we were starting to lose hope.
That was until a tiny man turned up in his truck.
This man seemed to possess super powers. He
refused help and carried an entire flat packed double bed upstairs. We saw him
with 4 boxes on his back which he left at the door and went back for the rest.
Trying to be helpful we attempted to move these inside the flat but it’s safe to say we failed. This tiny man had carried
four of these up 3 flights of stairs and we couldn’t even pick up one. We were impressed. We were even more impressed
when he next appeared carrying a double mattress all by himself. He really was
super human.
The two of us were happy to have a new bed
in our room and were talking among ourselves about the tools we might need to
require to build this contraption when suddenly this small hero started
stripping off the sheets from our old bed. We were slightly confused but too
excited that he might be helping us get rid of the old piece of rubbish that we
didn’t say anything. Within 10
minutes he had disassembled and moved our old single bed down and out of the
apartment building.
We knew we had to pay this guy 20,000 won
for delivery and that price had never seen like such a good deal that was until
the crescendo of this delivery service. Just when we were getting to low bow
and give our broken Korean ‘thank you’s’ a small Stanly knife was
whipped out. I knew it had been too good to be true. He was going to bring us a
bed and then rob us of everything we owned. Instead he swiftly turned and
started opening up the flat packs. Now as a person who is use to lugging boxes
around IKEA on trolleys that never work and then someone who spends hours after
working out which screw is 6B and which is 8E seeing someone assemble my flat
pack bed with such ease was a beautiful thing. Almost like art.
Instantly my British brain kicked in. If
this guy was in my house for more than 30 seconds he needed a cup of tea (or
coffee since we are in Korea).
Despite my best Mrs. Doyle impressions the delivery man gave a curt ‘no thank you’ without even looking up, and carried on. I went to the kitchen to
make myself a drink, not because I was thirsty but because the awkwardness of
just watch a man build something without helping was taking over. I swear I was
gone for about 2 minutes before I turned and this wondrous man was bowing to
me, putting on his shoes and carrying out all of the boxes (which he took with
him)
Lee and I looked at each other stunned and
unbelieving of what had just happened. 10 minutes ago we had been watching
Archer episodes and now we had a brand new (really nice) double bed and side
table….oh he assembled that too.
Although a little late this magical man has
made it a certainty that we will be ordering furniture online again.
The only thing left for us to do was buy a
10,000 won sticker from our local Dong office (government office) and stick it
on the bed outside. Within one hour it was taken away and out of our lives.
Long live the Korean Delivery service.
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