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decreaseJimmie has developed a rather disgusting habit one that I hope he grows out of. No it’s not his habit of groping breasts, a bizarre habit for a boy aged 1 year and 1 month, where any female who holds him has to worry that Jimmie will give her a nipple twist!
Rather it has to do with beer.
Now while we all enjoy a cold drink, the hot weather of Thailand ensures that every time you do so you need to have a bucket of ice near by to keep your drinks cold, even if you're drinking beer. To make it worse, we don’t put the beer on ice, rather we put ice into the beer.
I hear the blokes in the pub back home reading this thinking “Bloody weak little shit”, and when I first moved here if I was offered ice with my beer I’d announce in my civil tongue, “No bloody way mate.”
However, after also discovering, regardless how hot it is back in Oz, in most places the pubs are usually cooler, and in Queensland the beer glasses smaller, so the beer doesn’t warm up as fast as it does here.
So my first few times in Bangkok I found I was drinking the beer quickly, for 3 reasons, 1 – to drink it before it got warm, 2 – it was hot and I was thirsty, 3 – it was beer!
The unintended side effect of this was I became my very friendly alternate drunk personality very quickly.
So, after a few unintended bush fires started on the hairier parts of my body, I discovered I could last past 9 pm if I added ice to my beer. It keeps the beer cold, dilutes so I, Jimmie Blonde, don’t self combust as often, and I last longer.
So, we’re all sitting around the table at home with some mates drinking beer this week, when suddenly I notice the beer drinkers have stopped adding ice to their beer.
What the . . . . I think, only to turn and see Jimmie, regardless of his cold and runny nose, still being a avid ice sucker, plucking individual ice cubes from the ice bucket, giving them a nasty suck, and then swapping the ice cube for a new one, putting the gooey sucked ice cube back in the bucket.
Mate – what would my mates back home think?
“Don’t waste a beer, keep drinking” and I did, even if the ice was oddly Jimmie flavored.
Jimmie is at the height and age (1 and 1 month) where he can sit in the front of the shopping trolley (sister is in the seat) and play with things we buy.
He stacks up cans of things, moves them around, and generally thinks the trolley is a great play pen full of new toys and building blocks.
In fact he’s so preoccupied with what he’s doing we almost forget him.
Case in point, shopping at Villa Mart, and as we have a new oven, Lasagna will be made tonight!
Now Villa isn’t the cheapest shopping place but often it is not bad. Corn flakes are cheaper than at Big C for example, so it’s not a total HiSo shopping experience, however some things are expensive.
So DarLek and I are leaning over the vegetable counter, buying the cheapest eggplants we can find when suddenly Jing-Joe yells out, "NO JIMMIE NO."
Jimmie, thinking we’re at a buffet rather than a supermarket has leant across and grabbed a tomato and started eating it. In fact he LOVES the tomato, eating it with relish.
However when we look at the tomato, firstly, it’s yellow, not a sign of cheapness. It’s 550 baht a kilo! It is weighed and cost 70baht! What sort of tomato is this? Why has he chosen the most expensive tomato to eat!
A $2.00 TOMATOE! Thanks Jimmie,
You say Tomato, I say I was taken!
Jimmie Blonde
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