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Genuine true story... (also posted this in the Ezy section but in case you don't go there, enjoy what made me giggle just 24 hours ago. I'm still smiling).
Had a bit of time to kill yesterday afternoon/evening, so swung by Ezy around 6pm for a couple of cold ones.
The girls were in various stages of undress/make-up/sleep and with no other customer in the bar I took over Karl's chair (sorry boss!) and was well looked after by Golf and Vicki.
As I was being pampered, a bloke came over to me. He was all smiley but spoke very little English. I worked out he was Russian and he kept pointing upstairs with a grin on his face and asking "OK? OK?" Behind him, one of the girls held on to his hand while brandishing a mobile phone with the number 300 glowing from the screen in the other.
"Yeah mate. It's all good. No problem - good bar."
He seemed happy with that, dumped his 300baht on the counter and headed upstairs for a little of the old horizontal mambo with his new friend. Or so I thought...
Less than two minutes later, he returned, his face a mixture of shock and fear. "Eeees transvestski," he cried (or some bloody thing) and motioned for his money back. Fair play to him, he smiled all the time and shook his head ruefully.
As the girls and I shared a laugh at his expense, he collected his cash and headed for the door... only to stop after a few paces, pick another girl, return to the bar, hand over his 300bt again and head upstairs again.
After they disappeared, i made a show of both hands with the fingers stretched out and slowly closed each one as I mouthed the countdown from ten to one.
"...three... two... one..."
The curtain flew back to reveal an exasperated Cossack and an even more bemused girl.
"EEEES ANOZZER TRANSVESTSKI!"
Had a bit of time to kill yesterday afternoon/evening, so swung by Ezy around 6pm for a couple of cold ones.
The girls were in various stages of undress/make-up/sleep and with no other customer in the bar I took over Karl's chair (sorry boss!) and was well looked after by Golf and Vicki.
As I was being pampered, a bloke came over to me. He was all smiley but spoke very little English. I worked out he was Russian and he kept pointing upstairs with a grin on his face and asking "OK? OK?" Behind him, one of the girls held on to his hand while brandishing a mobile phone with the number 300 glowing from the screen in the other.
"Yeah mate. It's all good. No problem - good bar."
He seemed happy with that, dumped his 300baht on the counter and headed upstairs for a little of the old horizontal mambo with his new friend. Or so I thought...
Less than two minutes later, he returned, his face a mixture of shock and fear. "Eeees transvestski," he cried (or some bloody thing) and motioned for his money back. Fair play to him, he smiled all the time and shook his head ruefully.
As the girls and I shared a laugh at his expense, he collected his cash and headed for the door... only to stop after a few paces, pick another girl, return to the bar, hand over his 300bt again and head upstairs again.
After they disappeared, i made a show of both hands with the fingers stretched out and slowly closed each one as I mouthed the countdown from ten to one.
"...three... two... one..."
The curtain flew back to reveal an exasperated Cossack and an even more bemused girl.
"EEEES ANOZZER TRANSVESTSKI!"
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