Well, there’s many ways to end up with a difficult relationship with a colleague – yell at them, have sex with them, go into work without your pants on – but I think I’ve got a reason that no one else that’ll read this will be able to match.
A couple of weeks ago I was out in Bangkok on Friday night. Because of rain and traffic accidents it’d taken me two hours to get into town, the ride in the minivan normally takes 50 mins. After a short ride to the end of the train line I looked to grab a cab for the last part of my journey.
I knew the cab ride should cost about 60 Baht, but every cabbie I asked refused to use the meter or negotiate down from 200 Baht. I kept flagging down different cabs, refusing to pay 200, but I’m pretty sure there was some collusion going on that night. It didn’t help that I was heading to a hotel in a tourist district either. Come on people, I was speaking Thai!
Getting increasingly frustrated, and beginning to contemplate walking, I spied one of the young Thai guys from work standing just down the street. Great! I was sure I could get him to hail a cab for me, and get me the local price.
I called to him but got no response. As I approached he looked at the air behind me. I gave him a greeting, but again nothing. A little miffed, I didn’t bother a third time, but couldn’t figure out what was going on. He very quickly ushered an overweight, 50 year old white guy into it, and then followed him in.
We haven’t looked each other in the eye since, and thankfully we don’t have to have anything to do with each other at work. Ah, secrets.
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