One of those days

I woke up this morning feeling great. I stretched, yawned, leant back on my pillow gazing at the sun streaming through the door and waited for my alarm to go off. Have you spotted whats wrong yet? Yes I failed to complete the simple task of setting my alarm and I was already late for work. It was no longer going to be the good start to the day that I thought it was going to be.

With superhero speed I was up and out the door in a mere 10 minutes clutching my breakfast and brushing my hair. But, in a city full of brightly coloured cabs, there was no taxi to be seen. I rushed down the soi in what was already 30+ humid weather and finally at the end of the road managed to get a cab.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I tried not to stick to the plastic upholstery and looked around me. Something was not right. There was a meter. Taxi driver ID. The air con was on. What could it be? Then I realized…..there was no Buddha! In its place was a pamphlet proclaiming ‘Who is Jesus?’. My driver then proceeded to preach to me in very very stilted Tinglish. I had managed to find the only evangelising Christian taxi driver in Bangkok. Just as you think that your day can’t get any worse and you are pounced on. I’ve yet to have a hungover conversation with a Jehovah’s Witness trying to get through my door here, but I can only imagine that that will happen next. I’ll take it easy Friday night.