Some time ago, Mumu got really dirty and I had no idea how to clean him! Past experiences told me not to put this cow into the washing machine, so I went to the dry-cleaners instead. You should've seen the looks I got for hugging a big plush cow on the streets. I couldn't tell if they were amused or in disbelief, but it was enough to make the anyone embarass to walk beside me.
Anyhow, Mr. Lee told me that Mumu would, I quote "explode", if he got dry-cleaned. I must have had a horrified look on my face right after he said that because Mr.Lee then broke into a wide grin (either that or he was enjoying the vision of my cow exploding into a gazillion tiny cluster of fluff - the devil). I never went back there again.
Oh, and if you haven't figured it out yet, Mr. Lee is the dry-cleaner and YES! he is Korean. It is hard to believe that Russell Peters could be so right with his racist jokes.
PS: I shipped this giant of a cow from one end of New Zealand to the other...along with a boxful of teddies from just that one store. Impulsive shopping. Sigh.
PPS: Mumu is still dirty. Double sigh.
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