The Only Rule in Thailand Is: Sod Everyone Else Innit

[Thingamabob]

16 hours ago, Negita43 said:

Here we go again.

AI used to mean Artificial Insemination

Maybe it still does in a weird sort of way.

AI used to stand for an activity to do with intimate relationships.

[Snackbar]

Look on the bright side. Might evolve 

[Negita43]

Are Lewie London and Liverpool Lou twins?

[KannikaP]

1 hour ago, IvorBiggun2 said:

As much as zebra crossings are a pedestrian danger, why do Thai pedestrians still use them?

Do they?

[scorecard]

2 hours ago, IvorBiggun2 said:

As much as zebra crossings are a pedestrian danger, why do Thai pedestrians still use them?

 

So what do you suggest, stay home 24/7 and don't go to work, don't shop for food ?

 

What other options do Thai pedestrians have? 

[grain]

One time driving in my car in a small NE city there was an old lady on a crosswalk in the middle of the road obviously having difficulty crossing, being a gentleman I stopped at the crosswalk and smiled at her and gave a wave sign with my hand indicating for her to cross, then as she walked past the front of my stationary car she almost got whacked by some Thai flying through on the outside. So it hit me then that I almost got that old lady killed by giving her a false sense of security, I should of just driven straight through the crosswalk like every other driver, at least she knew how to deal with that. 

[scorecard]

2 hours ago, KannikaP said:

Do they?

Depends where.

 

In many areas of Bangkok there's an option:

 

- Walk up numerous steep stairs then down the other side. Quite some task for older folks.

 

- Use a zebra crossing - but with some danger. But it depends on other factors. This in Ram Rod, near the hotel I use when lecturing in Bkk there's a zebra crossing and there's many footpath food vendors who are pleasant but don't upset them

 

They seem to take turns when they see older folks want to cross but no vehicles will stop.

 

One, sometimes two food vendors step out onto the crossing seriously flagging cars to stop, then they walk across holding the hand of the elderly person.

 

If a car doesn't attempt to stop one food vendor kicks the car as it passes. 

 

What's also taken foot is the food vendors on the other side of RAM road are doing the same thing.

 

Plus the wife of an employee of a major retailer nearby has set up a distribution point for free walking frames.

 

And the wealthy owner of my hotel helps by giving one food vendor some cash to pay the very close by motor cycle boys to take the older folks home for free after shopping. 

 

There a manned police box right at the zebra crossing, the cops on duty totally ignore the whole scenario, never offer any help to stop vehicles at the zebra crossing. 

 

[ColeBOzbourne]

18 hours ago, CanadaSam said:

For those of you dissin the OP, you have to agree he is mostly right, and it is well written too.

Well written? For anyone outside of the UK, it's cringeworthy. Fingernails on a chalkboard comes to mind. 

[Atlantic Cod]

21 hours ago, Lewie London said:

Right, so I’m standin’ at the zebra crossin’ near Terminal 21, yeah, sun beatin’ down on me belly, sweat tricklin’ down me arse crack, and I’m waitin’ for what should be a basic civic miracle, a car to stop for me to cross the Asoke intersection. Green man’s flashin’, I step out, and what happens? Some bloke in a Honda Accord floors it like he’s in bloody Mario Kart and I’m just another banana skin on the track.

 

And this ain’t just a one-off. Nah mates, it’s every day. Every road’s a roulette wheel. I’ve seen toddlers, pensioners, even a geezer in a wheelchair nearly mown down by grannies in pastel Toyotas, one hand on the wheel and the other clutchin’ to a bubble tea like their life depends on it. Thai people pride themselves on bein’ passive, non-confrontational, cool as cucumbers on a valium drip. But get ‘em behind a wheel and it’s Mad Max on Meth.

 

Same goes for elevators. You’re tryin’ to get out, yeah, doors open, and bang, it's a bloody stampede. Aunties, schoolkids, delivery drivers, all surgin’ in like it’s Black Friday at Big C. I got wedged once, shoulder to shoulder with a bloke stinkier than a fish market bin loaded up on M-150, just ’cause no one had the patience to let people out first. It’s like manners clock out the minute you step inside a shopping mall.

 

And don’t even get me started on queues. Or more accurately, the complete absence of ‘em. At 7-Eleven it’s a bloody scrum. You’re standin’ there with your Leo, a toasty, and a packet of crisps, and some lad in flip-flops breezes past like you’re a ghost. Same at the BTS ticket machines. It’s not a queue, it’s a war zone. Hunger Games without the dignity.

 

I’ve travelled, alright? Europe, the US, Japan, Korea, Vietnam, even Cambodia. Never seen this sort of carry-on. Maybe China’s the only place that came close, but those barbarians, at least there you expect it. Here, it’s all wai to your elders, smile at strangers, and then shoulder-barge your way onto a train like you’re in a mosh pit.

 

And don’t feed me that “different culture” waffle. It ain’t culture, it’s selfishness in a smiley wrapper. No spatial awareness, no consideration, no nothin’. Everyone’s in their own little bubble, starin’ at their phone, pretendin’ they don’t see the chaos they’re causin’. But they do see. They know. It ain’t ignorance, it’s quiet, calculated rudeness in a polite outfit.

 

So I’m standin’ there thinkin’, how does a country that goes on about “saving face” have so little shame when it comes to basic public decency?

 

They’re all lovely until there’s a lift button, a zebra crossin’, or a queue involved. Then it’s every geezer for himself and sod the lot of you.

 

Land of Smiles, is it? More like Land of Side-Eye and Brake-Checks. Just watch out for the pickup truck doin’ ninety while you’re crossin’ with the green light and right of way.

 

21 hours ago, Lewie London said:

Right, so I’m standin’ at the zebra crossin’ near Terminal 21, yeah, sun beatin’ down on me belly, sweat tricklin’ down me arse crack, and I’m waitin’ for what should be a basic civic miracle, a car to stop for me to cross the Asoke intersection. Green man’s flashin’, I step out, and what happens? Some bloke in a Honda Accord floors it like he’s in bloody Mario Kart and I’m just another banana skin on the track.

 

And this ain’t just a one-off. Nah mates, it’s every day. Every road’s a roulette wheel. I’ve seen toddlers, pensioners, even a geezer in a wheelchair nearly mown down by grannies in pastel Toyotas, one hand on the wheel and the other clutchin’ to a bubble tea like their life depends on it. Thai people pride themselves on bein’ passive, non-confrontational, cool as cucumbers on a valium drip. But get ‘em behind a wheel and it’s Mad Max on Meth.

 

Same goes for elevators. You’re tryin’ to get out, yeah, doors open, and bang, it's a bloody stampede. Aunties, schoolkids, delivery drivers, all surgin’ in like it’s Black Friday at Big C. I got wedged once, shoulder to shoulder with a bloke stinkier than a fish market bin loaded up on M-150, just ’cause no one had the patience to let people out first. It’s like manners clock out the minute you step inside a shopping mall.

 

And don’t even get me started on queues. Or more accurately, the complete absence of ‘em. At 7-Eleven it’s a bloody scrum. You’re standin’ there with your Leo, a toasty, and a packet of crisps, and some lad in flip-flops breezes past like you’re a ghost. Same at the BTS ticket machines. It’s not a queue, it’s a war zone. Hunger Games without the dignity.

 

I’ve travelled, alright? Europe, the US, Japan, Korea, Vietnam, even Cambodia. Never seen this sort of carry-on. Maybe China’s the only place that came close, but those barbarians, at least there you expect it. Here, it’s all wai to your elders, smile at strangers, and then shoulder-barge your way onto a train like you’re in a mosh pit.

 

And don’t feed me that “different culture” waffle. It ain’t culture, it’s selfishness in a smiley wrapper. No spatial awareness, no consideration, no nothin’. Everyone’s in their own little bubble, starin’ at their phone, pretendin’ they don’t see the chaos they’re causin’. But they do see. They know. It ain’t ignorance, it’s quiet, calculated rudeness in a polite outfit.

 

So I’m standin’ there thinkin’, how does a country that goes on about “saving face” have so little shame when it comes to basic public decency?

 

They’re all lovely until there’s a lift button, a zebra crossin’, or a queue involved. Then it’s every geezer for himself and sod the lot of you.

 

Land of Smiles, is it? More like Land of Side-Eye and Brake-Checks. Just watch out for the pickup truck doin’ ninety while you’re crossin’ with the green light and right of way.

Brilliant observation, I was just saying to my Thai wife after another road rudeness incident, the Thais have no manners but they are polite?

[Atlantic Cod]

3 hours ago, scorecard said:

 

So what do you suggest, stay home 24/7 and don't go to work, don't shop for food ?

 

What other options do Thai pedestrians have? 

They stay on their scooters or in their cars, where they go with the flow, starling swarm, safety in numbers...the Thais are frightened of everything except their own driving/riding...

[Drumbuie]

What arrant and arrogant nonsense. I travel around the centre of Bangkok by BTS and on foot: almost all drivers will slow down and wait for me to cross the road - and I gesture a thank you, and we both feel pleased by that exchange  I have only ever experienced rude or inconsiderate behaviour from other foreigners. 

I am guessing the OP may be one of them. 

 

[Red Forever]

22 hours ago, save the frogs said:

your argument is convincing. i'm packing my bags tomorrow.

taking a day off from trump?

 

You’re the first to mention tr*mp.

Seems like you’re obsessing about him.

[Red Forever]

5 hours ago, Negita43 said:

Are Lewie London and Liverpool Lou twins?

Doubt it. One is devoid of humour and a pedant. The other is witty and posts some clever stuff which embarrasses the resident far right posters ( this post was neutral).

Guess which is which.