I only managed two pages of my book last night due to this fucking prick.
He arrived on a small child's push bike and without further ado launched into 'incredibly fucking annoying peasant' mode.
For one, his pink 'Hello Kitty' bicycle had irked the canine contingent and their barks, each a well aimed shot at my nerves, were incessant and unrelenting as our new friend stood swaying in a drunken stupor at the front of the shop.
After some two minutes of this, I felt sufficiently moved to engage the pedal pushing loafer in a brief exchange of ideas:
"ARE YOU FUCKING COMING OR GOING?"
Unfortunately, after much deliberation had apparently taken place, he decided on the former and stumbled towards the seating arrangement.
I didn't need this. After successfully ousting the teenage scum from the establishment with a campaign which featured a sustained volley of some of the best flatulence I've ever parted with, I now had the company of a fucking tramp whose sarong exhaled gargantuan breaths of stale piss.
Despite the dogs' barking and the malodorous odour of his ensemble, the worst was yet to come.
He was one of these individuals whose brain had been preserved by a thousand litres of lau khao, and was able to retain two words of English. The entirety of his vocabulary stretched to 'very' and 'good' and they quickly became the most used words in the history of linguistics.
"VERY GOOD!" he said a thousand fucking times.
Try as I might, I just couldn't focus on my book. Every word I read spelled either 'very' or 'good'. It didn't exactly make for a compelling read.
As he embarked upon his seventh thousand set of 'very goods', I began to feel myself becoming slightly violent.
"What does 'very good' mean? I asked him, with a look that probably suggested that I wanted to smite him down with fire.
"Very good" he replied excitably.
I questioned him again, this time with more aggression and in his own language.
Again, "Very good" came the retort.
Right, best get out of here before I put a bottle of Chang through this fellow's face or end up in the nut house.
And with this, I hopped on my pedal powered recreational vehicle and bid the stupid fucker farewell..