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Why is it the my Korean neighbors in our apartment complex are so rude? Yesterday, I was trying to cross from one side of the garage to the other, and I see his black BMW drive up. Just seeing his 3-series Beemer is funny to me. He and his wife have nearly identical black 3-series BMWs. Both even have little chrome license plate frames that say "BMW" in a scripty font.

It reminds me of my old friend Yush, who a few years ago upgraded from a trashed '84 Celica hatchback to a new 1999 3-series BMW. We all agreed that Yush "barely" got that car. By buying that car, he had put himself into a new social grouping, and he sort of stuck out in that group, clinging to the edge of his new social bracket.

But my Korean neighbors, they don't stick out in that group at all. They are shamelessly at home within it. And lack all manner of creativity and originality. Had I the money to get two BMWs, one of them would certainly be a different model. Or at least, color. He must know someone at a dealership.

So there we were in the garage. And we do the eye contact dance. He must pass, I must pass, and yet we both are still, waiting. And all it would take would be a guesture, a look, a facial twitch to break the stalemate. Finally I just walk across his path, feeling the heat of his impatient glare. He and his wife both never look happy, and are frequently arguing. Every time I've said Hi to them, they ignore me. And their faces are fixed in scowls. So left to my own creativity-in want of a real explanation-I am obligated to categorize these neighbors as rude, as stuffy people who are looking down on me for all the things I am secretely ashamed of. *sigh* ... Or, maybe they're just snobs that deserve to get their BMWs keyed up. That happens a lot in this city.
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