I haven't had many good things to say about Songkran these past years, but each does have a memorable moment.
I was returning from town, by car of course, and came to a full stop while waiting for a pickup to clear the road in front of me. Four rather ancient old ladies sat on chairs in the back of the pickup, smiling with toothless mouths. The water throwers were about to go into action when they noticed the old ladies, put down the buckets, wai-ed to them, and when the old ladies held out their hands, palms up, the water throwers respectfully sprinkled their hands, wai-ed again and turned their backs to return to the 50-litre drums full of water. The moment they did this, the four crones picked up water cannon guns from the bed of the pickup and blasted the water throwers on their backs, cackling and shrieking. The water throwers turned, wai-ed again, and the pickup moved on. Well, chalk up one pleasantry for the holiday. Otherwise, Bah! Humbug!
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