An ajumma is an old Korean lady. There is some kind of consensus among all of them that cutting your hair short, getting a perm and wearing giant Bingo hall visors is the way to go. Maybe it's social pressure. Those who do not conform are ostracized and left out of the juiciest gossip circles. Maybe they just all think it's a hot look. Regardless of the motive, the ajummatti is a force to be reckoned with. They rush into subways like a silver torrent, claiming your space like you were never entitled to it in the first place. Their seemingly innocuous trot music is no doubt riddled with codes of allegiance. Those visors? Gang colors signifying fealty to some ajumma clan or another. And you can be sure that with one phone call, they can absolutely CRIPPLE the city's supply of puffed snacks, cheap socks, backscratchers and baby chicks.
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