No holds barred
Why am I so happy to live in Thailand?
I don’t have to produce ID before I can have a drink.
I don’t pay an extra 10 cents for my soft drink, so some enterprising collector can make money out of my empties.
I can still carry my shopping home in plastic bags and use them for a whole variety of useful purposes. Mine do not find their way into the Gulf of Thailand.
I don’t have to put a helmet on my head for a 10-minute ride in congested traffic when the ambient temperature is 30 degrees.
(I do have to put my own life and limb at significant risk when my motorbike taxi driver feels constrained to put his helmet on, or answer his phone, while driving with the other hand. But when you have been doing the same thing for a lifetime, you could probably do them simultaneously.)
I can take my whole family out for a ride on a motorbike. Or someone else can. All un-helmeted. If one of us dies, I have done the planet a favour.
If I think a particular manoeuvre on the road is safe, no one, including the police, questions my judgment. Red lights are seen as a warning to take care.
I am allowed to park in my own driveway. Or yours for that matter.
I am allowed to park on “the wrong side of the road” or the middle of the road if I want to.
My cigarettes and beer cost me US$3 a unit. Pack of 20/large bottle.
I can buy Australian grapes converted into wine here at half the price of its Australian made alternative. Thank you Bill Shorten.
I can buy alcoholic drinks and cigarettes at any shop which chooses to sell them.
I don’t get fined $5,000 for indulging myself in one of my harmless thrills, getting under the boom gate before it falls on me.
I don’t get fined $600 if I overlook renewing my registration. Come to think of it, who bothers to renew?
If my car does happen to get towed away, which does happen if I leave it in the middle of a main road in Bangkok, I must pay $20 to retrieve it.
I do feel sorry for you all. Why doesn’t someone object to being so roughly treated?