Beware the exploding shuttlecock
Whereas a Westerner is likely to express anger immediately, locals tend to let it build until it's released in a brief but fierce burst such as the world witnessed last week at the Canada Open
I had a neighbour in my first year here, a young guy who lived with his wife and new-born baby in the apartment next to mine. I can't remember his name, since time and Uncle Smirnoff have well and truly erased it, so let's call him Lek.
One evening I came home to an amazing spectacle.
The entire ground floor of the apartment block was empty. Normally people would stand around smoking and drinking and playing Thai chess and killing time until the soapies, but on this night nobody was there _ save for Lek.
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