We hit the indoor market found the clothing items they needed for later and after some aimless wandering (men get used to it, we females love to wander aimlessly around any type of shopping facility until we see something that strikes our fancy) we climbed into a "songtao" and headed back.
By the way a songtao, and don't quote me on the spelling, is a Thai taxi that is basically a red truck that you climb into the back of and it takes you anywhere your heart so desires for about 75 cents.
We got out a few blocks before our final destination and since it was past lunch time thought it best we find something to eat. For some odd reason nothing was bloody open that day. I am not sure if they were anticipating the rapture or something. If so then I expect they would have had a sign like this posted somewhere.
Unable to locate anything nearby that was either open or not too busy we just turned the corner and strolled down the street towards our building.
Thailand seems to have absolutely no driving laws. They all drive like bats out of hell who are also crack addicts. Everytime I see a foreigner who is driving around town on a rented motorbike I silently praise their courage.
Even though people here are such evil drivers that still does not convince the locals that it's much safer to walk on the sidewalk. This also has become a habit for me. I've become used to just setting out on an adventure and ignoring the sidewalk especially if it means I will get stuck walking behind some culture shocked tourist who walks like they are suffering from a severe case of gout.
I digress.
While myself and the girls were walking on the road (not in the middle, on the side of the inside of the road if you can mentally picture that) the drivers would generally swerve a tad just to make sure that they don't drive too close and run over one half of your body.
Right before we reached our destination some really expensive car came up behind and decided to be an asshole and not swerve out of the way. It scared the bejeezes out of me. If I had moved my arm just the tiniest bit I would more than likely have either a very very bloody elbow or a missing lower limb. My face was happy and smiling one moment and after that occurred, my face looked very much like this:
At that moment I was too terrified to move or speak so my "sweet" little student decided to take care of things in my honor.
I would like to take this moment to point out that although I curse more on a daily basis than a hardcore Marine, I am very careful not to curse around my students. So naturally when she said this I was knocked out of my "almost got fucking run over" stupor into a "sweet madre, please tell me she did not overhear me when I dropped that box on my foot" shock. And she just smiled sweetly and continued walking to our building.
I was rather concerned that maybe she might drop the f-bomb again but this time in front of the people I volunteer for so later on that day I confronted her and asked her where she learned that word.
I asked directly where she had heard that word. Her response was that she had seen "Angelina" say that and do that gesture while she was watching television. My student had no idea that what she was saying was the "mother of all words".
So dear Angelina Jolie, thank you ever so much for aiding in the corruption of my sweet students.
P.S. I did inform my student that "fuck you" is not a nice thing to say at all. But when you are really angry with someone it's perfectly okay to use it then.
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