Dear Mr. Cab Driver,

Thank you so much for getting lost as you attempted to take me to the much anticipated all-girls sleep over on Friday night.  Because of your lack of knowledge of your own country, I thoroughly enjoyed watching the city lights pass by as you shouted into your cell phone trying to get directions from a friend.  I was so happy when you were able to utter three English words "Call Korean friend" to me, forcing me to call Peter, my much-too-devoted Korean teacher because my boss didn't answer her phone, leading to more calls from him and a few text messages, most of which I ignored.

I think the best part of the night was when you dropped me off at the "right" apartment complex, which it most definitely was not, and then charged me 30K won (10K of which was charged as you were stopped on the street calling your national headquarters for directions).  Being stranded in the middle of nowhere was definitely my idea of a fun weekend night.  I wish I had gotten your card so you can be my personal driver for all my taxi needs.

Dear Cab Driver #2,
Thank you for not killing me on our drive back to my apartment.  Although I was a tid-bit upset with the first driver, it seemed that you sensed my anger, tripled it, and then applied it to the gas pedal.  Yes, I was ready to be home - it was almost midnight and I wanted to be in my bed more than in your cab.  However, I generally prefer to survive my cab rides.  Fortunately your lead foot was able to deliver me to the correct apartment complex, much to my terror and fear as you flew down the highway weaving in and out of cars and around sharp corners.  Another 15K won later and I was home . . . back where I had started 2.5 hours ago.

2.5 hours in a taxi + 45K won bill (about $45) - not seeing my friends/watching Christmas movies with them = by far the best night I've had in Korea.

Thank you cab drivers, I can't wait to call you in the future.