Small Talk

For most of the evening, Peter talked with all my factory friends sitting around the table. The whole scene proved quite fun. He didn't speak much Thai and no one's English was great. Beer, whiskey, food, dancing and loud music helped bridge the language barrier. Honestly, I'm not sure why we allowed him to sit with us in the first place.

Perhaps it was because he was an American.

Besides, at the end of the night, it proved to be quite lucky for all of us. As the band played its last song, he offered to pay the 3,000 baht for all the drinks and food. At the time, no one really felt bad about him covering the club tab. Why should we? If some foreigner wanted to cover the check, as far as everyone was concerned, let him!


Right as everyone was leaving the club, he invited the group back to the Marriott for drinks. Kay, one of my best friends, grabbed my arm and together we jumped into the taxi with him...

As Peter talked to us from the front seat, Kay and I sat in the back trying to understand his words...

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