Me: Pei Pong, what is the tone for “Pid Ti”?
Me: You know, Pid Ti…it means wall, according to my dictionary app.
Pong: I have never even heard of that word in my entire life.
Me: [erases app from Kindle]
Me: Taxi, here is the address.
Taxi Driver: OOOH. Muban Seree. No.
Taxis refuse to drive to various locations depending upon the traffic, their chances of picking up another fare and (as far as I can tell), their mood.
Me: My lips felt fine. But I can feel the spice all the way down my stomach and RIGHT HERE!!
Coworkers: Yes. You must be careful!
Nok: Pong, here is your umbrella.
Me: I didn’t realize it was raining.
Nok: It’s not….we are Thai. We do not like the sun.
Me: oh, of course…Please don’t worry, but I’m going to go sit outside – in the sun – reading, for the next 15 minutes. My skin will be FINE.