The Car Park Lady
The other day I went to Central World (yes I go there so often you'd wonder if I had a stake in it) and found a little box of happiness sitting in the car park giving out parking tickets to all those who entered. Her name is Kanthong (Golden bowl) and she is just happiness all around, despite having what I must consider to be one of the most boring jobs in this world: she keys in license plates and hands out parking cards to all those who enter central world. Traffic was awful, it was more than awful and beyond description. It was raining outside, end month, and some convention was being held. Roads were jammed packed outside, and even just coming up the garage ramp to the 3,000 car car-park, there was a long line of cars. I had been stuck on the ramp for a good half hour and moods were not so good. Others in the car and myself included were getting slightly bored, annoyed, and tired. You are stuck in a ...