The Black Face

I was on the subway the other day during rush hour, which if you know anything about Line 2 (green line) on a weekday at 10:30pm anywhere between Jamsil and Sadang stations...you will knowingly nod your head in sympathetic acquiescence. Being sandwiched between an assortment of Korean characters (100-pound milkface girl, disgruntled ajumma with bundles of god-knows-what, Korean businessman, drunk Korean businessman, hipster with a man purse, whipped boyfriend carrying his girlfriend's purse, children who should be in bed, etc.), this ajushi who was dressed like he had been mountain-climbing but smelled like he had been marinated in kimchee and soju, pushed his backside against me. And BAM! This is what I saw:

Aigoo.