Yoo's on First

I decided to write this entry after relaying this story to Molly yesterday over Skype because we laughed so hard I nearly choked on my tongue.

We're still in Sokcho and have extended our stay at The House Hostel for 2 more nights because we love it here and also are feeling a teensy bit lazy.  The place we're staying is just perfection and so comfortable; we basically feel like locals, in the most touristy way.  Its just easy livin' and every day we either go to the beach or to the mountains and who can really winge when that's the hardest decision you have to make on a given morning?

The House Hostel is run by a saintly young gent named Yoo.  Its possible that we're setting a record for longest tenancy at his place; Sokcho seems to be more of a long weekend flyover than a 10 night holiday destination.  Since we've been here a week and we talk to him a lot, the confusion caused by his name has been nothing short of Vaudevillian.

R: That's the restaurant Yoo told me about.
E: I've never seen that place, when did I tell you about it?
R: No, Yoo.

or

R: Where'd you get the choco pies? [editor's note: Choco pies are like pinwheels on steroids and were discovered and added to my regular diet in Mongolia.  When I saw the shiny red foil package in Beijing, written in Mandarin, I shrieked like a Chihuahua and bought 4.  Imagine my surprise and unfettered joy at seeing 2 atop the bureau in our room at the hostel.]
E: Yoo gave them to me.
R: I didn't have any.
E: I know, these are both for you.
R: But where did they come from?
E: From Yoo.


Nearly once a day Ed and I miscommunicate about something that Yoo said.  No, I didn't.  Yoo did.  No, I didn't.  And on and on.  Yesterday, this happened and I responded "oh, so funny Ed," and he was like "No, I'm serious, it wasn't me."


But the chart topper was last night, when a Yoo the proprietor vs. You the pronoun misfire nearly caused a relationship scuffle.
R: Is that a bag of laundry for Yoo?
E: I put both of our stuff in.  Its "our laundry," honey.