Read Part 1 below first…
Now when Mr. Coke first parked his taxi, I kinda wanted to ask him if he was sure it was okay to park there. In a city where there are about a billion cars, when you park in an area where no other car is parked and an area designated for taxis and you then remove your taxi sign on the top of the cab, I’d wonder if it was okay. But I didn’t say anything because I thought he might misinterpret it as I was looking for Thai prostitutes or something. So it came as less a surprise to me than to him to find the car gone. Towed away. He kept saying, “police no good.”
We walked to the area where it was towed. Not too far away where some procession was going on…
The police took their sweet time finally removing the boot from the cab and Mr. Coke kept apologizing to me for the time it took. I felt bad that this was costing him money but this was his doing. He took me next to the Golden Mount and another small shrine in the city before taking me to a Thai seafood restaurant, where I treated for his drink and food, all considering he had a bad day. Me? I got to see a few places it would have taken me a long time to figure out how to find. For 400 bahts. Not a bad first day.
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is mr coke's arch nemesis mr pepsi? is his really skinny sister, ms diet coke? is his gandpa mr classic coke? as you know i can riff on this forever.
awesome story!
jw, good for you for keeping it clean. You could have gone in a completely different direction and considered Mr. Ecstasy or Sir Heroin instead.
honestly, my mind didn't even go there. but you've seen the contents of my 'fridge, so of course soda remains prominent.