My BANGKOK, Thailand visit PART 8, read the Earlier ones FIRST
Now what?, I thought.
I've lost 500 bucks. SonOFAFUCKINGBITCH!!!!
The problem with situations like this is that you know that you shouldn't let it ruin your day, or your week, or your trip, but it does.
It is always surprising to me how much it stings to get taken. It seems to hurt disproportionately to whatever actually transpired.
I hung up the phone with BofA. There was nothing I could do.
I looked back at the desk guy with a pitiful look. He knew what had happened and started pretending to get busy doing some paperwork so he wouldn't make me feel any worse by staring at me like a train wreck.
To lose 500 bucks on your LAST day of a month vacation is one thing. To lose on the SECOND day of a monthlong vacation: not so good.
I walked across the black and white tiled lobby and sat down in the stuffed, wingback chair next to Youris. It really was a gorgeous hotel lobby. Since 1952, the sign said.
Youris was still talking on the phone. Things were sounding good from what I could hear. And his face was showing some expression, again.
He got off the phone with a little smile.
"I think I'm going to get my money back!" he exclaimed loudly. The desk guy looked up for a moment, hearing the good news.
I hate to say it, but this made me feel much worse. After all, we wouldn't even have gone to the stupid tailors if it hadn't been for his idiotic enthusiasm for the idea. I hated him at the moment, I swear it.
But after a few minutes, I felt slightly better. The bastards didn't get us both, I thought. And they're counting on money that they are not going to get. I managed a small smile.
"Tomorrow, we are going to go and try to lower the price in case all of this doesn't work," Youris said definitively.
"OK," I said. I was tired. I didn't feel like arguing with him about it. And, I was starting to warm up to the idea of taking up someone's time over this whole thing. I couldn't, unfortunately, "give someone a piece of my mind" because this is NOT the way you want to go with the Thai people. Bad idea, said the guides. However, I COULD greatly inconvenience them, and perhaps that would make me feel somewhat better.
There's something about holding people accountable that makes you feel better.
And the fact of the matter is: the salesperson had said in no uncertain terms, that they would be Armani suits, but the desk person told us that there was NO WAY it was going to be an Armani suit. Not a chance in hell.
We went up to the rooms, and I slept a long, dark sleep.
At least I had air conditioning for Christ's sake.
I've lost 500 bucks. SonOFAFUCKINGBITCH!!!!
The problem with situations like this is that you know that you shouldn't let it ruin your day, or your week, or your trip, but it does.
It is always surprising to me how much it stings to get taken. It seems to hurt disproportionately to whatever actually transpired.
I hung up the phone with BofA. There was nothing I could do.
I looked back at the desk guy with a pitiful look. He knew what had happened and started pretending to get busy doing some paperwork so he wouldn't make me feel any worse by staring at me like a train wreck.
To lose 500 bucks on your LAST day of a month vacation is one thing. To lose on the SECOND day of a monthlong vacation: not so good.
I walked across the black and white tiled lobby and sat down in the stuffed, wingback chair next to Youris. It really was a gorgeous hotel lobby. Since 1952, the sign said.
Youris was still talking on the phone. Things were sounding good from what I could hear. And his face was showing some expression, again.
He got off the phone with a little smile.
"I think I'm going to get my money back!" he exclaimed loudly. The desk guy looked up for a moment, hearing the good news.
I hate to say it, but this made me feel much worse. After all, we wouldn't even have gone to the stupid tailors if it hadn't been for his idiotic enthusiasm for the idea. I hated him at the moment, I swear it.
But after a few minutes, I felt slightly better. The bastards didn't get us both, I thought. And they're counting on money that they are not going to get. I managed a small smile.
"Tomorrow, we are going to go and try to lower the price in case all of this doesn't work," Youris said definitively.
"OK," I said. I was tired. I didn't feel like arguing with him about it. And, I was starting to warm up to the idea of taking up someone's time over this whole thing. I couldn't, unfortunately, "give someone a piece of my mind" because this is NOT the way you want to go with the Thai people. Bad idea, said the guides. However, I COULD greatly inconvenience them, and perhaps that would make me feel somewhat better.
There's something about holding people accountable that makes you feel better.
And the fact of the matter is: the salesperson had said in no uncertain terms, that they would be Armani suits, but the desk person told us that there was NO WAY it was going to be an Armani suit. Not a chance in hell.
We went up to the rooms, and I slept a long, dark sleep.
At least I had air conditioning for Christ's sake.