I came down with a nasty little head cold on Monday. Today I went to the convenience store next to my apartment to buy some Powerade. It was kind of late, I was feeling really terrible, my nose was running, I was feverish and I was in junky sick-clothes. I got to the checkout where an old man muttered to the cashier in Korean, "Look, she is beautiful!" to which I said, "Thank you. I understand Korean." To which the old man's face lit up and he started saying (border-line shouting) in English, "Beautiful! Beautiful! Beautiful!" as I left the store.
Only in Korea - perhaps really only in small towns like mine - can a little old man (1) call someone looking like I did "beautiful" and (2) make my evening.