My Knees Are The Pits

I'm getting old, I'll admit.

I was in Korea in late June for a few days due to urgent business escalations from the local folks. We were up to our armpits in boxes and pallets of cargo, checking through to see if any of our products were salvageable for customer shipment.

Pull container into warehouse (figuratively);
Pull out pallets;
Open boxes;
Take a sniff and do a quick check;

I was squatting up and getting up multiple times the first day we touched down. And stayed on until 2am the next morning. When I walked into the hotel, I was already walking stiff-legged, trying not to limp. My colleagues were ready to support me to my room.

A long soak in the hot bath didn't help. So I spent the remaining of my stay in Korean in a stiff-legged mode.

No siree, no squatting for Sylvie.

The one hour of torture where I sat through the traditional Korean meal (we were all sitting on the floor) nearly killed me.

That was almost as bad as the condom wrapper I found in the Korean guy's car when he picked us up at the hotel.

But that was another story altogether.

:P