I like.....

Going to the shop and not getting served.

It's the main reason I go, standing there like a spare prick at a wedding waiting for acknowledgement. Especially when it is as hot as it is now and I am working up a sweat. Standing there feeling sticky, uncomfortable and in need of a shower whilst not getting served is one of my favourite things. I shall make a note to do it more often, perhaps I can take the family with me next time.

I also love the look of displeasure that I receive when I politely bring attention to the fact that there is a paying customer in the shop, that customer being myself. I love the look of contempt because I am actually bothering them so that I can give them some money. It is a fantastic feeling.

And to top it all of. My favourite thing of all, after finally receiving acknowledgement and getting served, is when somebody comes out from nowhere, places an order and manages to jump the queue. That is my favourite bit, when some fucking muppet pushes you aside to order his blend 285 and the shopkeepers jump to his needs immediately whilst I stand there like a hot, sweaty prick. I fucking love it I do, I fookin love it.

I shall definitely patronise the fore-mentioned establishment again, without a doubt.

Don't you just love Thailand.

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Originally Posted by Moonraker

Don't you just love Thailand.

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To a certain extent. But over all, I'd say "the place is a bollox". I only speak from where I live, Isaan.

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I also love the look of displeasure that I receive

I love the look of contempt because I am actually bothering them so that I can give them some money.

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Try picking your nose with all the gusto of a seventy five year old Thai matriarch and leaving it on the counter.

I'm sure you will be given swift if not polite service every time thereafter :)

Thailand: The land of the limp

When this crap happens to me, I cuss the shopkeeper in a 3rd language which they are sure not to understand... I usually get an odd look, to which I simply smile at them like a shit-eating cat... Turnabout is fair play after all...

^ nice muchly, i enjoy that too:)

Had you not been told Falangs are invisble ,they can only see our cash !

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Originally Posted by Muadib

I usual cuss the shopkeeper in a 3rd language which they are sure not to understand

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I do the same, not found one that understands being called a donkeys whore in Turkish yet:)

I like going to a Thai pub/restaurant/drinking den/place that sells booze with chairs and no walls and order 5 large leos with my fellow 4 farang mates.
The cute girl/young male dimwit brings 5 glasses, 5 beers and an ice bucket,then proceeds to pour 2 bottles of beer into the 5 glasses.
Why would we order 5 beers if we don't want to drink our beers seperately!
The "Thai" way is not always the "right" way.

^ Farang ba, you no understand Thai culture... :)

^ Aye.

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Originally Posted by Bogon

I like going to a Thai pub/restaurant/drinking den/place that sells booze with chairs and no walls and order 5 large leos with my fellow 4 farang mates.
The cute girl/young male dimwit brings 5 glasses, 5 beers and an ice bucket,then proceeds to pour 2 bottles of beer into the 5 glasses.
Why would we order 5 beers if we don't want to drink our beers seperately!
The "Thai" way is not always the "right" way.

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Do you also love it when they put ice in your beer without asking?

I know that I do!

I find telling off the lady or man butting in helps. If they dont understand my rather crap thai I find that they do understand a good hip and shoulder as I shove them back out of the way.

But as to Bogan's issue or 2 beers or 5 beers, or the ice thing. Guys, so what ! Neither is a big issue. Tell them not to, as soon as they start doing it, train them like you would train Pavlov's Dogs. A short sharp yell as soon as they touch the ice, or fill the wrong beer glass should soon learn them.

And will make you feel better at the same time.

Reminds me of one time, I felt like a cognac in my local. It's not really a highbrow place, I should have thought of that to start with.

They served it with ICE. ffs. cognac, with ice.

I tried to grin and bear it, I couldnt. Really tasted 'orrible, and at 200 baht a glass you wanna enjoy your damn drink. SO I brought the serving girl over, explained her error and asked her to fix it.

She took it away, and then brought it back sans ice.

But the glass was still cold, the cognac still cold, it just tasted 'orrible :( I think she just scooped her hands into the drink, fished out the ice cubes and threw them away.

Moral of the story, stick to beer in yer local.

I was at a restaurant once and feeling a bit flash at the time I asked for a 2 thousand baht bottle of red.

They served it chilled.....

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Reminds me of one time

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at band camp

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I was at a restaurant once and feeling a bit flash at the time I asked for a 2 thousand baht bottle of red.

They served it chilled.....

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Yep, has happened to me on many occasions. It does my swede in.

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Going to the shop and not getting served.

It's the main reason I go, standing there like a spare prick at a wedding waiting for acknowledgement. Especially when it is as hot as it is now and I am working up a sweat. Standing there feeling sticky, uncomfortable and in need of a shower whilst not getting served is one of my favourite things. I shall make a note to do it more often, perhaps I can take the family with me next time.

I also love the look of displeasure that I receive when I politely bring attention to the fact that there is a paying customer in the shop, that customer being myself. I love the look of contempt because I am actually bothering them so that I can give them some money. It is a fantastic feeling.

And to top it all of. My favourite thing of all, after finally receiving acknowledgement and getting served, is when somebody comes out from nowhere, places an order and manages to jump the queue. That is my favourite bit, when some fucking muppet pushes you aside to order his blend 285 and the shopkeepers jump to his needs immediately whilst I stand there like a hot, sweaty prick. I fucking love it I do, I fookin love it.

I shall definitely patronise the fore-mentioned establishment again, without a doubt.

Don't you just love Thailand.

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Try opening your mouth and standing up for yourself.

This is not Southampton. Stop standing there like a hot sweaty prick and get yourself sorted. Jebus, is it that hard?

This is not England. Do the local thing and be a 'rude [at][at][at][at]'. Fricking English people and their queues.