I remember one evening in Pattaya where a middle-aged man (a Brit, going by the accent) risked injury.
He parked right in front of a bar and that was a problem for business. The owner very politely asked him to move his car and explained why. The driver smiled and made a game out of refusing to move his car. The owner became angry and asked "Do you want to die?" The driver thought this was funny and said "yes" and asked the owner if he wanted to die. Soon they were like drunk Klingons, telling each other that they wanted to die.
The owner got pretty pissed off and the driver opted to leave. He screamed at his "girlfriend" to "get in the fucking car!" She just stared at him, shook her head, and walked away. The driver finally got in the car and started to drive off. As he did so, the owner (Don? It was a while back) did a pirouette of sorts and kicked the windshield with the bare heel of his foot, shattering the windshield. I can't imagine what that kick would have done to the driver's face or heart.
... and then?
You know, I don't know what the chaps problem is, whether he was right or wrong or what the story is, but I would be lying if I said I hadn't lost the plot once or twice, usually over trivial shite. I think that service in Thailand can be fantastic, it can be adequate or it can be woeful. I have certainly lost the plot on a few occasions when faced with the latter. It just kinda creeps up on you and you just lose it. I have lost the plot for some really stupid stuff. That is just how shit is. I do find myself getting better and able to deal with the annoying stuff a tad better, but there are times when I still feel the anger.
The most recent example of me just going off was when faced by some extremely poor service by a delivery company (they actually delivered a package to my security guards to sign for when I specifically asked them not to - basically my security cannot be trusted), the resulting lies to cover up the ineptitude were a little too much and I went a bit postal. I felt shite afterwards, but it did have the effect of sorting the issue for me.
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people suck. especially white people. sometimes. they should go home.
I got pissed at a YaYoi once. It took a long time, then I realized that they weren't bring part of the order. I asked for water and they brought a bottle without a glass and I poured it into what had been the iced coffee glass.
I left. My wife wanted to pack up the uneaten food (damn near all of it) and I stopped her. At the cash register, I conveyed (I thought) how I felt and she seemed to understand that the service had been horrible. She then handed me a bill for the full amount.
I took out a 500 baht note, tore it up, dropped the pieces on the counter and floor, and walked out. She was aghast.
We went from Ratchayothin to a posh mall on Rachada (maybe Culture Center station. Nice! Table in the restaurant by some running water in the shopping center. It was almost as if some quality control mole had witnessed everything at the first restaurant and sent out an alert. Service was perfect.
Getting caught ripping "he who cannot be named"'s head in half could be risky.
It is a waste of time losing it in LOS...they just turn off...but I know a few who have done it
Innit? NYC dwellers are so proud to be New Yorkers. Isn't exactly a phenomena. Bkk, LA, Chicago, Mexico, just about any heavily populated urban site will see themselves as a special breed high above the rest. We have Guymandude, He's mellow. He's an exception. Then we have that other guy, he's so typical, intrusive, aggressive, self-important know it all. They talk fast, think fast, move fast. If you can't keep up they'll just think you're a hick. They just seem neurotic to me. And they are. Put too many rats in a cage and watch the same reaction .. territorial and blood thirsty.
still not convinced it's a guy. but if that construct is 'genuine', well he's not even a real new yorker is he.