Being a Bank Holiday here in horrendously humid Thailand, you would assume that people would err from their regular workaday pattern and stay the fuck away from banks. However, as I brought my deceitful bastard of a motorcycle slowly to a halt outside the grounds of my local Krungthai Bank branch, it became clear that, contrary to my initial assumption, this place was the venue for a fucking peasants rally..every farmer and his inbred herd had turned up.
There they all were, indiscriminately pressing buttons on the machines in hope that they maybe be able to complete the transaction they came here to accomplish...please, sometime today would be fantastic, you know, there's only so long you can stand in amongst a mob of retards who perpetually reek of manure and cheap booze.
The 20 or so strong gathering eventually started to dwindle allowing me my first sighting of the sacred machines..the ATM, ADM and the controversial Passbook Update apparatus..personally, if I was rich and had plenty-dollar-bill in the bank, I wouldn't advertise the fact in a shitty little 'Passbook'. God knows, if that 'Passbook' (sounds fucking gay as well, truth be told) fell into the wrong hands, ie drug users, tramps, pyschos and farmers, then you best prepare yourself for a particuarly brutal mugging which may involve losing your anal virginity..especially if farmers are involved.
The altercation started thus:
I was third in the queue which had now tapered down to some five or so. The lady at the machine finally finished her business after what appeared to be a five minute session of vigorous foreplay with the fucking thing. Next in attendance was another lady who gingerly tiptoed towards the ATM, I'm not sure she'd ever used such an appliance before...her stance suggested she thought it was gonna free itself rom the wall and batter the fuck out of her..she was literally stood three foot away, mouth open, gawping..at a fucking money dispensing machine..WAKE UP, WOMEN...it's 2554 for crying out loud..we've even surpassed Buck bastard Rogers in terms of yearly progression..PUT YOUR FUCKING CARD IN THE SLOT!
Nope, inserting-card-in-slot was an action that this particular beast was unable to peform..so, using my logic I decided that after a whole twenty second wait, that this lady had either dosed off or was so convinced that the ATM was going to fuck her shit up, that she had frozen to the spot. Being a gentleman, I squeezed past her, rather than irratably shoving her fat arse out of the way, popped my card in the slot and was in and out in no more than 30 seconds.
Then, I heard it...
The lady who was behind me (not the freak, who was still rooted to the foyet tiling) , spat a sentence to another lady who was standing in the line, which was obviously directed at my good self..
Mai mee malee - ard (essentially, you have bad manners) she said..
Well excuse me! I replied..kit waa khao mong choi choi ( I thought she was just staring at it)
Ow - followed by naa daeng (red face)
Yep, I know your sort, you old bat. Not getting enough cock at home because hubbys got several dozen bints on the go in as many different provinces and on the rare occasions he comes 'home' he gets positively cunted on Johnny Walker Black Label so he doesn't have to suffer your boat race..so you thought slagging off innocent people who don't look like you may inject a bit of fire into your drab, sitting cross-legged on the kitchen floor pummeling the fuck out of a bowl of dried chilis, existence...go on..bugger off.
And with that, I fucked off and went home...another victory...