A manager at a famous Pattaya restaurant (see ad in this paper) where I dined was a much beloved, jovial man. But there was one subject you didn’t dare discuss in front of him—his height. Or, should I say, his lack of it. One day, he stormed through the door and announced angrily, “Someone just picked my pocket!” Most of the Thai waitresses and I were speechless, except for the lovely old Thai waitress who blurted out, “How could anyone stoop so low?”
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