I am a quarter of a century old. That puts me firmly in my mid-20s. Yet I still do some incredibly stupid things on a regular basis. Witness:
- Wake up in the middle of the night. Realise I forgot to completely fill out the address section on the postcard I sent off to one of my best friends earlier in the day. The woman who sold me the stamps and (as far as I gathered through rudimentary sign language) promised to mail it for me probably wouldn’t notice – and if she did, how would she even track me down? HEADDESK,
- Go down to reception to pay for our hostel room. Hand over a 1000 baht note and wait patiently for my change. There’s an awkward moment, then the staffer delicately informs me that I actually only gave him 100 baht – well short of the 400-something baht due. What can I say? Dealing with foreign currency is a bitch, especially when the bills look similar.
- I’m chilling out in our room, messing around on the computer. I hear voices outside – it sounds like someone has actually come out all the way down to the end of the hall and gone out onto the smoker’s balcony just around in front of our window. Then I realise our (semi-transparent, netting) curtains aren’t drawn – and I’m sitting there on the bed at eye level in nothing more than my knickers. (Hey, Bangkok is hot, and all we had was a weak ceiling fan.)