What are the Odds?

Yesterday I traveled far into the unknown, past Gangnam and into the wilderness that is Korean "market- malls" within subway/ bus stations. I have a question for you: What are the odds that I would walk into the only store in the area with shirts depicting people that look like me? Furthermore, what are the odds that I would buy two different ones? I do not think that the odds were very high, but that is exactly what happened! I think that the experience made the shopkeepers' days, because everyone was laughing really hard. This experience was also a cultural phenomenon. I don't think i have ever seen that many people in one place at once before, and I have been to many major cities. Correction, I have never seen so many people in such an enclosed place before-- I have after all, been to NYC. I'm sure that many of them were also pretty surprised to see someone who looks like me. I guess that Afros are not all that common here... Also, most of the skirts that we saw would fit onto one of my legs, and I am not a particularly large human being. Basically, everything is different (!), and I want to see another black person other than the African man I nodded to on the subway a few days ago.
Also, what are the odds that I would find the chocolate I'd been looking for for a couple of days within the suitcase where it should have been (and the very first place I looked for it)? I found it, yay (that was for you, Mom). I am self- medicating with chocolate (which has not yet been proven to be really awful for me, like I don;t know-- heroin?) JUST KIDDING! Chocolate probably is bad for you:(. However, that teas that the traditional doctor gave me is freakin' nasty, so I will not be drinking anymore of it, even if it is supposed to stop the constipation problem that I don't have...
Honestly, there is a lot of fear that is present in my heart and soul for tomorrow. I feel as though the lunch- time experience will be sort of like Caty's in "Mean Girls". (when she categorizes everyone into groups as she scans the lunchroom looking for a place to sit and eat). Only, mine might even be worse, since there is no "Smart Asians" table, and all of the coworkers that I have met so far are older Korean men who speak little- to- no English...
WISH ME LUCK!
Love,
EG