Monday, March 19, 2007

MR. BANGKOK, 2007!!!

I would attempt to do a “Lafe’s Index” on this story…but, THIS is something that is too bizarre for one sentence sum ups.

Ok, I’m gonna try to do a “play by play” on this story so that I don’t miss ANY of the details:

Stuart, Martha (Stu’s mom), Whitney, Erin, and Maria were at one table, Gennie, Brian, Meredith and I were at another next to it enjoying dinner at Bangkok Thai restaurant last night, when the MOST BIZARRE evening began to unfold.

Our waiter was, what we believe to be, on drugs. Not sure what kind…but SOMETHING was in his system other than some great Gang Gha Ree Curry.

Our first clue was his constant swaying / ticks and the need to talk Talk TALK the entire time he was at our table. He would NOT stop talking. He was talking about nasty bars, the people in them, rats, his boss not being in a good mood, how the temperature was too hot in the room and he didn’t want to change it so he asked GENNIE to do it??, and lots of more random things.

(Hirsh-bombs response was something along the lines of “What the H#$%” and my response to that was “No, Brian…its worthy of a ‘What the Fudge’”…only, I didn’t say Fudge…actually, I said “fuhhhh”. Momma didn’t raise no fool!)

Anyway…waiter dude had sat us about 5 feet from the kitchen. Needless to say, we heard all kinds of chatter and back talk happening to his bosses.

Ok, I’m not exactly sure WHAT got us to this point in the story, but all things started unraveling…wait for it…here:

We started hearing him YELLING (literally) at the cooks who we found out (by ways of eaves dropping) were the bosses. They were yelling back at him, we heard numerous swear words, and lots of “DON’T TELL ME TO ‘FUDGEN’ SHUT UP”...only, he REALLY didn’t say “fudge”. (ok, remember…this is happening about 5 feet from our table).

We were starting to be a little frightened, mainly over the fact that we hadn’t got our food yet. Well, he came through and brought our food to us, and acted nice and calm as if nothing had happened at all, asked if “everything looked ok” then turned around and walked about 2 feet and started yelling again.

WEIRDNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!

In the course of all the yelling, the little Asian cook and his wife FIRED the waiter. We were like “uh…ok? Do we get our food for free”. Not so much! He came to our table with our tickets and said, now with a bit more flux and drama, “I’m sorry you had to listen to that…but I’m not gonna work for some “fudgen” tyrants”. WEIRDNESS!!!

Well, we decided that, unfortunately, we would not be leaving much of a tip for this gentleman and quickly made our way OUT of Bangkok.

Meredith and I decided that we wanted to hang out and drink some coffee / eat an EXTREMELY fattening piece of peanut butter pie a la mode. YUM! Well, while we’re at “The Common Grounds” coffee spot…WEIRD DUDE COMES IN!!!!!!!!! We immediately freak! We did NOT want this guy to see us…I mean…we DID just leave without tip. So, Meredith and I hid…YEP…hid from this guy until he left. Actually we just turned our chairs around and faced the wall. I’m sure everyone was wondering in their own minds: “What the ‘fudge’ are these girls doing”…and yep…they probably didn’t say fudge.

So, “HERE’S TO YOU MR. BANGKOK 2007”…thanks for making our night an interesting and enjoyable one to say the least.

I hope you are all now singing “One night in Bangkok”.

4 Comments:

Blogger whitney said...

That was beyond awkward. Before you got there, Shelli, he told my table that he assumed we were all related because we're all white...WTF?

12:32 PM  
Blogger Leaning Shanty Farm said...

That story is INSANE!! And what Whitney added above just makes it even funnier!!

Excellent story to start my week. Thanks! ; )

1:26 PM  
Blogger shauna said...

LOL!!! WOW! reminded me of this waiter stu and i once had in winnipeg. he was portugese and his eyes got more and more bloodshot each time he came over to our table ... we were positive he was snorting ... to top it off, when we took our leftovers to go, he went ahead and kept the sauce in the glass dish, and just gave us the glass dish.

1:42 PM  
Blogger erinelizabeth said...

he also asked our table if we all wanted shots of saki! whitney, i love that you actually typed "WTF". somewhere a long time ago, in a far off place, God ordained that we should be friends.

12:48 PM  

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