Papa Johns...

For lunch on Wednesday, my team took me to Papa Johns. Being the only customers, we held the full attention of the waiter. We ordered a family meal, and our driver charmed the poor guy into giving us individual drinks instead of the usual pitcher. He actually looked over his shoulder before shrugging and nodding with a smile.
After ordering, our driver asked the waiter if he had a free moment to listen to my message. He said he would but first had to make a delivery. Donning his helmet, he left the store and handed us over to a girl. That was when another of our teams entered the place. We enjoyed sharing stories before our food came.
As my team was preparing to leave, we realized the delivery guy had never returned. Glimpsing him hiding out in the kitchen, we charged the other team with the task and left for our next appointment. It was nearby, and soon afterward we were back in the car. That's when we saw the pizza guy again. I suggested we follow him and share the gospel, but we lost him at a red light. Then we got silly, talking about ordering pizza to the church so we could share. We could order pizza, chicken and every other thing they deliver in Korea. The ladies thought it was a good idea.

Side note: If you park in an apartment complex without a sticker, they let you know their displeasure by pasting a "Don't Park Here" sticker on your windshield. Your punishment is to remove it. It's not easy.