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Pretty Lady – Not 100%

  • Written by Cent
  • May 17th, 2004
  • 7 min read



I was up in the village a couple of weeks ago during Songkran. We were visiting the family, although not sleeping over as we now are staying in a new rental house in Surin mostly. We're still finishing moving everything in and getting it set up the way we want. So overnight stays were too much of a hassle because of the time it takes away from what we were trying to accomplish in the short time I was able to stay this trip. Plus the added attraction of the new place is my bedroom has AC, which was handy this time due to the constant heat. My Dad's still sick and I needed to return in three weeks time to help him finish getting back and forth to his chemo-therapy and radiation treatment appointments. My brothers filled in for me while I was away in the LOS. We did however spend a lot of time celebrating Songkran in the village whenever we could.

I was sitting at Sis Mun's Isaan emporium and Lao Khao shop, sucking down a cold beer Chang, and trying to keep as cool as possible. No easy trick that. It was hotter than I'd ever seen in Thailand. Too hot actually, and I do love the hot weather, really. This was brutal though. I sat under the trees and bushes in the shadiest area by the wooden shopfront, fanning myself with my "Life is Good" baseball cap, while crunching ice cubes with my teeth and letting the beer flow down my throat as it cooled itself with each swallow through the ice mush I held in my mouth. Did I say it was hot? Fuck me, it was! No matter how much liquid I drank it just all seemed to pour right back out immediately through my sweat glands. An occasional breeze would sneak by, teasing us all really, more than providing any true relief. Soon I would go in my house and stand under the cold shower for a few minutes respite from the heat. I'd already done this twice in the past few hours.

We were visiting Mama before my trip back to Bangkok. She wanted to festoon my arms with more Buddha good luck strings. I'm happy to oblige. I always wear them for the requisite three days, then cut off all but a couple, which I then wear on my right wrist until my next return to the village, sometimes months later. Mama gets a big kick out of the fact that I wear them so long. Shows some respect for her beliefs and superstitions though, and they do bring me good luck actually. Seems to please her no end. I rub them on my gambling tickets / lottery stubs and usually hit for a buck here and a few more there. Everyone of my friends at a pub I hang out at ask me to rub the strings on their football pool picks. I win quite a bit, so the gamblers want some of the Buddha luck to rub off on them. No big deal. It's a good laugh, and all in fun.

As I sat there fanning myself, contemplating my lowering beer in the bottle before me, and whether I should ask for another soon, or wait a while, as I was getting buzzed and it was fairly early yet, the chicken bone seller wheeled his grimy cart up the street and parked his ass on the dirt right near my seat. Damn, the heat! This guy sells the shittiest chicken pieces I've ever seen. Nothing but bones, gristle and skin from what I can tell. I don't know why anyone buys the damned things really. I suppose it's because they are so friggin' cheap. The Thais seem to be able to digest any goddamned thing they eat, and have strong teeth. They crunch away contentedly on this crap. I refuse the bits offered me. Takes me forever to finish one damned piece. The heat from his cart, not to mention the billowing smoke from the grill on board, drove me to a perch further into the open-sided shop, where I did grab another beer just for spite, and turned the lone battered plastic oscillating fan on a stand toward my glistening flesh. Did I say how hot it was?

The children were bugging me to play with them. I started the fart game, which always gets them all excited and laughing like goons and running around making farting noises. Mama and her old Sis always seem to get a chuckle out of our antics. I started a new game once I spied a bucket of ice cubes sitting next to me. I call it the "Ice Down Yer Pants Dance", which was an instant hit with the kids. We ran around trying to stuff ice cubes down everyone's pants and shirts, a nice cool game I thought. My wife didn't like it when I got a few cubes down her undies though. Plus she said her Sis was getting pissed off because we were wasting all her ice cubes with our playing around. Now I know a bucket of ice costs 10 to 20 baht, depending on the size, so I told the wife to chill out, lighten up, and go send one of the kids to get a couple more bags for Sis after our game was finished. Sheesh, like I wouldn't pay for it or something. I stuffed more ice into her bra and she shrieked and started laughing. Later she managed to sneak up on me and stuff a couple cubes down the front of my shorts onto Godzilla. Felt good actually, so I did the "Godzilla Iceyballs Dance" for her. Mama and her old monkey face sister laughed their asses off so much I thought they would choke.

Relaxing later with yet another beer, yeah, I was feeling no pain, hey, it was a holiday weekend, I noticed a woman walking up to the chicken bone seller's cart that I had never seen in the village before. She had the most beautiful face I think I'd ever seen in Thailand. Perfect skin, not a line or blemish on her oval face, a color so close to dark honey as to be translucent, she shimmered with vitality, but something seemed out of place somehow. Her hair was cropped very short, and looked like it had been chopped off with a knife, or a blunt pair of scissors, which was a damned shame, because the hair she hadn't cut was a gorgeous shiny black with full waves and curls. She was stunning. An aura of serenity surrounded her. She was dressed raggedy, in layers, which seemed odd due to it being so damned hot, but as she moved I could see she had a nice full firm body, lots of curves, and the open sweater showed a nice pair of knockers straining at the thin fabric of a cheap white t-shirt beneath. This woman was a knock-out. In a gogo bar she'd be a superstar. Men would slobber over her and pay the barfine as soon as they saw her. I'm not joking. I was stunned. But something seemed off somehow. Something niggled at my brain. I don't know how to describe it, but she seemed more animal than human. She radiated a jungle heat like a big cat, she moved like a wary animal, her black onyx eyes flashed and sparkled, yet something was missing.

I pointed her out to my wife, asking her who the pretty lady was, which instantly got her attention. "What pretty lady?" she said warily. I pointed to where the woman stood.

"Oh, she." my lady said glancing her way, and then seemingly dismissing her instantly as any sort of competition for my affections. "That is On. She is sister for lady of baby so and so. You know. Down the street by Ming's house. She lives with her Mama."

"She is very pretty," I said, "Don't you think?" My wife looked at me funny, then spent almost a minute looking at this woman before replying. "Yes, she very pretty. Pretty eyes. But pretty lady is not 100%." I looked at her, not understanding at first. My wife laughed at me and said, "Yes, pretty darling, but not 100% in brain." she laughed again, and walked away to do something or another.

I looked back to where pretty lady On stood waiting for her chicken bone bits. I wondered how many other pretty ladies not 100% "in brain" were working the bars of Pattaya and Bangkok. I looked away, and, grabbing some ice cubes, started another round of ice in the pants game playing with the kids.

The ice cream cart man pulled up next to the chicken bone guy's cart and I sprang for a round of ice creams for all the kids, and a few adults too.

It was hot.

Cent
(The Central Scrutinizer)

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"Was this the face that launched a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?"

Christopher Marlowe, Faustus

Stickman's thoughts:

NONE of them are 100%!