June 10th, 2002 11:00am
I saw a guy get hit by a car last night. I was walking through the Pat Pong night market and just as I turned onto Thannon Silom, I heard screeching brakes and crunching glass as a man on a motorbike was launched into the air by a sedan.
Everyone in a 20 meter radius ran out to the road to see what had happened. Johns, working girls, drivers and pedestrians all gathered around and marvelled at what death looked like. Even stray dogs came out of the alley to see all the commotion. After a few minutes, the guy coughed up some blood and seemed to regain some semblance of consciousness.
Drama over, everyone spread out.
1:30pm At the airport now. The canned coffee I had for breakfast today was trying to get out of me in a hurry. To steal a line from Kramer "I was perculating."
After I had checked my bags and convinced the security guards that I had no pointy objects on my person, I bolted to the washroom area. Experience tells us to check the signs before you choose which door you want to enter. If the figure is wearing a dress and so are you, then you can go in. Otherwise, it's the other door. Simple, yes, but in cases of such urgency, we sometimes forget the simple things.
You can see where this is going, so to make a long story short, I got yelled at by the Thai cleaning lady and scared the hell out of a flight attendant. I should have apologized, but instead, I did what anyone in my position would have done: pretended I didn't understand English and got the hell out of there.
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