The Beer Garden (Biergarten) on Sukhumvit Soi 7 is one of my favourite places in Bangkok to meet ladies. I usually go in the afternoon as it opens at lunch time. Unlike Gulliver’s it has a decent selection of ladies all afternoon. Prices for food, drinks and ladies are reasonable and they don’t have
the attitude of many of the indies who work out of posher places like Gulliver’s or the hotel discos.I can’t remember exactly why but one night I decided to go there late – about midnight. I’d been told that the ladies who work at night are different from the afternoon crew and many are, at best, marginal. Yes, I saw some like that, but also some good ones. I found myself a seat next to three ladies to talk to who were great: fun, flirtatious and friendly.
We were getting along just fine when a lady came up behind me and dumped a glass of Sprite over my head. The then walked straight out of the bar without looking around. I had absolutely no idea who she was. My first reaction was to run after her, but then I thought, ‒Why?” I couldn’t see myself coming out well from a confrontation with a probably drunk or stoned woman in the middle of Soi 7. Anyway, that was probably what she was looking for. So I kept calm, stayed in my seat and said ‒mai pen rai” a lot.
The waitresses helped me clean up and I counted myself lucky as it wasn’t something stronger. The security guard was very embarrassed. He said he’d never seen her before but he’d kick her out if she tried to come back.
Of course my companions thought that I must have known her and the Sprite pouring was done for cause. But truly I had no idea. I only glimpsed her and was sure I didn’t know her. One lady asked me why I didn’t get angry and confront her. I said something about avoiding confrontations. I think I lost face with her, even though my reaction was more in line with traditional Thai conflict avoidance.
Then I thought – these ladies spend so much time around farangs and know that our fuses can be very short. Thus she expected me to act the same, get angry and have a big scene. Their
rules of behaviour are different for farangs. I went home alone after a decent pause, watching my back for a soda-bearing assailant until I was safely in a taxi.
Thinking about it, I can only conclude it was a random act of frustration from a woman without a customer. Either that or it was a case of mistaken identity. I guess I’ll never find out.