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Published: December 29th 2010
I was walking home from work today, when I happened to pass by one of the many security guards that keep vigil over the things that rich people own. Guy my age, maybe older--so there was no excuse for what happened. He said hello to me, as do any number of Cambodians on a daily basis. Ignorant me, I said hello back.
The guy then proceeded to engage me in a conversation despite the fact that his English was even more limited than my Khmer. Looking me directly in the eyes, and smiling innocently, as if it were a common, everyday request, he proceeded to ask me in all honesty, "I...fuck...you? At...guesthouse. 10 o'clock...?"
I just stood there blinking for a moment, just trying to take that all in. I had to conclude that's what he actually said; when "guest house" is pronounced "guess how" sometimes the words don't always mean what you think they do. Without getting angry or anything, I simply walked away. Chuckling.
Well, I might as well hop on the next flight back to the US and retire from life. I've truly seen everything now.
Just wait till I tell you about the SNOW.
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