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There are some things we can never be prepared for...
 

My Thai Conversation - 3/3/99

  I don't know if I will be able to do this story justice, but I will give it a try.  It was kind of one of those you had to be there to believe it'.

I discovered while traveling in Thailand that my camera did not have a battery. Tragedy of tragedies, how am I supposed to put all these pictures on my website with a useless camera. It took a while to find the correct battery. Finally found it on the island of Ko Phi Phi (pronounced 'ko pee pee') in a little hut with Kodak written all over it. I approached the counter said hello and pointed to my desired battery.

Behind the counter was young Thai gentleman, let's call him Ko. As he reached for my battery I noticed that he was staring at my chest. Note: For all of you that have not met me, you could say that the gods were generous. His actions did not surprise me, as it has happened before and also I was wearing a swimsuit, not the most concealing garment.

As I paid for my battery Ko said, in a broken English with a heavy Thai accent, "You mind, I ask you personal question? Is alright?"

ME: "Sure"
KO: "You run?"  He followed this question with dramatic arm motions up
and down in front of his chest.

ME: smiling "Oh no, I don't run."
KO: "What you do, you look very strong?"
ME: "I play volleyball."  He then proceeded to go through the motions of
volleyball checking to see if a large chest would hamper any of the activities.

KO: "Women from Thailand... Flat."  With that he put his hands on the
counter to demonstrate how flat.
ME: "Yes, I know."
KO: "They want be...." Continuing with his visual demonstration, he curved his hands upward.  He then put his hands near his waistline, which I would have to guess is the universal gesture for sagging breasts.  He looked at me sheepishly.

ME: I nodded my head, "Yes, sadly, over time with gravity."
KO: "Gravity?" You try explaining gravity to a young Thai gentleman enamored with your chest! Needless to say Ko learned a new word that day although I am concerned how he will use it in the future. 

This conversation went on for some time covering all points of interest and curiosity for Ko: bras, type of bra material, enhancement, reduction, strenuous activities, etc. He seemed genuinely curious, not rude so I answered everything the best I could.  More often than not words were replaced by physical motions. Finally, when it seemed to me that we had exhausted the subject I made my farewells. Oh to have had a video camera for this one!! 

 

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Proof that you can have exciting adventures happen at home as well.....
 

The Elevator Incident - 11/2/98

  So there I was minding my own business in the elevator in the parking garage ready to be on my way home when.... Blam! The elevator stops on the 5th floor but refuses to open its doors. I am thinking, this cannot be for real! I stand there for a minute and then I try to do the Incredible Hulk thing to pull the doors apart. Then I notice the alarm button on the panel. You would think with the amount of noise that alarm made, half the office building next to the parking building would be out to see what was going on. But... nothing. Next I try the call box. A lady answers and I explain my situation:

ME: "Hello, I am stuck in the elevator at 80 Francisco on the 5th floor"
LADY: "Hello?"
ME: (louder) "I am stuck in the elevator!"
LADY:- "Hello, is anyone there?"
ME: (even louder) "Yeah I am here, stuck in the damn elevator at
80 Francisco on the 5th floor!!!!"

She hangs up.

Well damn, I think, and start to push the alarm button again. Then, a brilliant idea comes to me. I have a cell phone. So, first I take care of business and call my mother to let her know that I will be late for dinner. Next I call Information and they do not have a listing for the building that I am in but they do have one for the parking lot across the street. I say fine and they connect me...

ME: "Hello, I am stuck in the elevator at 80 Francisco on the 5th floor"
MAN: "Really?"
ME: "Yep, can you go across the street and let them know?"
MAN: "Sure."

All the while the elevator is making strange sounds every couple minutes as if it is adjusting itself. I am getting flashes of the movie Speed with the elevator falling down the shaft to a death of tangled metal and cables. So then I decided to call my friend Rachel in Washington D.C. I know that she would enjoy this situation. While dialing Rachel, the security guard comes up and tells me through the crack in the doors in a very difficult to understand Russian accent, the engineer is coming but he does not know how long. I am thinking, it is a good thing I went to the bathroom before I left the office. Rachel picks up the phone:

ME: "Hi honey, guess what? I am stuck in an elevator."
RACHEL: "You are what?"
ME: "I am stuck in the elevator of my parking garage on the 5th floor."
RACHEL: "Only you would call me up with this. Is there a cute guy with you?"
ME: "I wish, now would be a good time."

So Rachel and I talk for a while about my predicament and her love life, all the while the elevator keeps adjusting itself and my cell phone keeps cutting out. Every time the phone craps out and I call back, Rachel is panicked that it was the last she would hear from me before I plummeted to my death. The engineer finally came after 40 minutes and I asked through the small opening in the door:

ME: (hopeful) "Are you Keannu Reeves??"
ENGINEER: "No, sorry."
ME: "Oh well, had to ask. Please get me out of here."

As you can tell from this story, I made it out safe but now with a healthy fear of elevators. Needless to say, I like to use the stairs now.