Dear Morning Fog,
Our flights are scheduled for March 2018, some times in the middle of the month. Somehow we got seats together. He'll be just the seat to my left on this 8-trowed-seat carrier that would storm through the clouds over the oceans to other lands.
I'll keep the exact date confidential. We want to surprise you. But I just wanted to tell you the month and year ahead, just so you can expect something around that time.
We haven't chosen to come during the holidays because those are everyone else's holidays.
Thai Airline no longer services its planes to Seattle or Chicago like it used to some decades ago. We came on its planes shortly after we departed Ban Vinai back in the 80s. I still have a keychain that one of the flight attendants gave me. But just a few years ago, they've decided not to run it anymore. I mean, not to fly it, too.
So, we'll be coming on Korean Airline and then connect to China Air in Hong Kong to get to Bangkok.
A brief stop in Tokyo will get us to see some of the world's hottest young flight attendants like those on the Korean and China airlines, too. These countries--those Asian countries, yeah, all of them--are known to be choosy in their air customer services. So, their plane companies have taken the time to interview and re-interview every flight attendant to make sure no little mole on someone's face would disappoint any flying passenger. Each position normally has 40,000 applicants anyway. So, there are plenty to choose from.
But, of course, you should know it by now: the male flight crews enjoy their air times in the pits and also land times...um...h otel times... with such hotties. So, why wouldn't a manager choose carefully, right?
But they don't outdo you, Morning Fog. You remain the most admirable woman to Steaming Bell. He won't change his tickets back to America or won't stay in China or Bangkok after seeing those flight attendants.
From Bangkok, we'll take the bus or maybe even pay a taxi driver to take us to you. That after a nice meal full of fresh dunginess crabs dipped in spicy Thai sauces, okay? Anyway, buses come there if there are 20 or so people on them. We are only two--well, three--since I will be bringing that Chiang Mai chick with us. But then if that chick and I decide not to come with Steaming Bell to Ban Vinai, he'll be alone.
It's not worth it to rent or even buy a whole bus just for one person to travel around the country with just one carry-on bag, too.
But I'll let Steaming Bell decide on ground rides when we get to Bangkok.
I want to get out of Bangkok as quickly as possible though. I don't mind the traffic. Our Manahattan, New York; Philadelphai, Pennsylvania, and Los Angeles, California are no difference: jams everywhere, and vehicles competing for lanes in the fastest, most dangerous ways possible. Bangkok's bikers will sneak in and out right in front and to the side of our car. But I'm not driving and am not worried about traffic.
Reason I need to get out quickly is--well, you've almost guessed it--I miss that Chiang Mai chick so much, I can't wait to meet her. Yeah, I have yet to meet her but I already miss her like I've never missed anyone else before. I hope her picture is real.
Steaming Bell says the same about you, too. He can't wait to come to you.
The local girl he has been dating will be dropped for sure. Turned out, she does like the bully and a few other guys. So, now the bully is going around taking care of those other guys, killing one just last week after a little hand-to-hand combat. No feet at all, according to the news Steaming Bell passed back to me from another guy who heard it from still another who claimed to have seen the fight.
The bully continues to look for fights. That's why Steaming Bell does not rest in worrying and also in practicing.
The bully is becoming rather full of himself: "anyone that knows how to fight, I want to test; even those who don't know how to fight but just want to fight, I want to test," he said to someone we know.