Pajamas, Knickers, and Noodles — 7-Eleven After Dark in Thailand

[Lewie London]

Right lads, so I’m just stood in line at 7-Eleven around 10PM, yeah. Was just grabbin’ me a bottle of Coke, a Wall's ice cream, and a bag of spicy crisps to see me through some live-streams (wink-wink) back at me gaff. But gonna be another quiet night, mindin’ me own, thinkin’ about nothin’ except whether I also fancied a cheese toastie or not.

 

Then in she walks. This Thai bird, full set of glorious pajamas. And I don’t mean them skimpy silky ones like you see in them late-night telly films, nah. Full-blown cartoon madness. Hello Kitty on steroids from ankle to collar, sleeves rolled halfway up her arms like she’s about to start doing the dishes. Pink, fluffy, absolutely mental. The kind of outfit you’d expect on a six-year-old at a sleepover, not a fully grown woman out doin’ her nighttime shopping.

 

And here’s the kicker: they were see-through. Not massively, but enough that you didn’t need imagination to spot the outline of her nipps and knickers underneath. Then, there's me, queuing behind a walking children’s cartoon catalogue and getting an uninvited glimpse of the undercarriage like I’d paid extra for it. Only in Thailand, yeah?

 

She weren’t bothered either. Nah. Just wandered around the shop like she was in Selfridges, grabbin’ instant noodles, bottle of red colored pop, one of them weird yogurts with corn, flip-flops clackin’ about like she was at home on the tiles. Didn’t care one bit. Not embarrassed. Not rushed. Pajama queen of 7-Eleven, mates. 

 

And this ain’t a one-off either. What is it with Thai girls and their pajama infatuation? Round about eight at night, they all get into them, like there’s some unspoken national bedtime no one told me about. But instead of stayin’ home with a cuppa, they’re out gettin’ street food, shoppin’ in Family Mart, sometimes even rockin’ up at petrol station on their scooters wearin’ teddy bears and cupcakes on their trousers like it’s a new fashion line. Madness.

 

And it’s hot here, yeah. Sticky. Sweaty. Makes you question life hot. Who’s climbin’ into full sleeves and flannel bottoms when it’s thirty two degrees in the dark? Back in Blighty, if you stepped outside in pajamas someone would either call social services or offer you a cup of tea out of pure sympathy. Out here it’s normal. Seen birds in tuk-tuks, hair up in a scrunchie, full Garfield set flappin’ in the wind like flags on a scaffolding site.

 

I just stood there, paid for me bits, nodded politely like a gentleman, and strolled out before I saw the next tart in Peppa Pig leggings buyin’ condoms.

 

Thailand, innit. Where pajamas ain’t just for children or bedtime. They’re for Tuesday nights and unexpected shows in the drinks aisle.

[still kicking]

Keep it up Bob

[papa al]

LB.?

[EVENKEEL]

But, did she smile?

[Gsxrnz]

Pajamas, pyjamas. And anyway, Peppa Pig isn't a thing in Thailand. 

 

[SAFETY FIRST]

14 minutes ago, Gsxrnz said:

Pajamas, pyjamas. And anyway, Peppa Pig isn't a thing in Thailand. 

My kids are Thai, born in Thailand.

When they were young, they watched Peppa Pig everyday. 

 

[SAFETY FIRST]

6 hours ago, Lewie London said:

it’s hot here, yeah. Sticky. Sweaty. Makes you question life hot. Who’s climbin’ into full sleeves and flannel bottoms when it’s thirty two degrees in the dark

They don't feel the heat like we do. 

Around Christmas time on their Scoopy's all rugged up, shivering sat at the traffic lights. 

 

Did you get her number? 

 

[saakura]

Sitting in a basement somewhere and fantasizing?

[foureyes10]

And you're complaining or boasting?