Gay Boy Thailand

I am impressed by how much fuss the boys and girls at the 7-Eleven can make out of my monthly drinking water.

I go there to buy 48 litres of Nestle or Minere. That is six packs of six 1.5 litre bottles each, or 36 bottles. Inevitably this throws them into confusion. He wants water! Six packs? Six bottles? No, six packs! What brand? Do we have that? Better go and look. And look again. And ask again. And involve the maximum number of people.

I stand patiently in the shop while they run around talking about this. I pay and then it is time for delivery. They have a small cart for this purpose. They put the water on the cart (after much fuss about how to do it) and push the cart up the soi to The Mansion.

For reasons of internal hieracy the delivery job is always given to the newest member of the staff. This ensures that the staff who know where I live and how to do this delivery don’t do it. Every time is the first time.

Yesterday they could not deliver because it rained. Fair enough, it was raining heavily. They would come when the rain stopped, they said. I gave them my room number and phone.

The rain didn’t stop for many hours. When it finally was dry outside the staff at the 7-Eleven who had sold me the water had gone home and they were replaced by the next shift. The new shift knew nothing about my water.

Waiting till the same people were back in the shop the following day I discovered that they had of course misplaced my phone and room number.

But bravely a gay boy and a fat girl took the delivery job. The boy was too fem to touch the cart. The girl had to push it. They got lost and were taking the water up the stairs. I told them we had a lift.

The gay boy was new in the shop and he was surprisingly friendly. He acted as if he knew me. When he began to speak to me in English I had to search my mind for who he could be.

There was something familar about his face and how he smiled. I asked about his name. He was khun C., the boyfriend of my former neighbour, a gay farang who has since left Thailand. Khun C. used to be friends with Chalerm. I told Chalerm about the reappearance of his friend and he was excited about meeting khun C. again.

It is a small world.

I offered khun C. and the girl a 20 B tip each for their effort but they refused. I think 7-Eleven has a no tip policy.