things that go bump on the tanon

as we were headed out today to run errands we came across this…

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(no one appeared to be hurt.) i’m guessing that the truck was probably loaded high with some sort of organic cargo (there appeared to be some leafy greens on the street) and it was attempting to make a u-turn (it was tumped over in the u-turn lane.) and because of the speed he was moving, the most likely precariously stacked cargo and the sharp angle at which he was attempting to take the u-turn some law of physics caused him to tump. i know, my sleuthing skills are astounding, not to mention i’m a physics whiz.

an hour or so later we’re headed to get the kids – i’m driving. i go to make a right turn – yes, i checked my side mirrors and my rear view mirror and, yes, i did signal – in my rear view mirror i see a guy on a motorcycle. i slow down and make my turn. well, when i slowed down the guy on the motorcycle thought he needed to pass me and even though i had my blinker on and even though i was partially in the lane of oncoming traffic – leaving plenty of room on my left, like a car could have passed me to the left – he thought it wise to pass me on the right. so, as i make my right turn i hear a yell and a bump, well, it was a little more than a bump, but i certainly wouldn’t call it a crash. i don’t know the proper i-was-just-bumped-into-by-a-motorbike-in-thailand etiquette, so i went with what i do know and that is move accidents out of the way of traffic. i finished my right turn, parked and started to get out of the car. the whole time thinking to myself, “how much is this gonna cost me?” well, really, i was only partly thinking that, cuz most of my brain was being used to try to stop the flow of tears so i wouldn’t appear to be a giant wuss. and then i noticed he’d gone on, hadn’t even stopped. i didn’t figure he’d been hurt, and i’m guessing his bike must not have been damaged. turns out the car was only marked with a smudge that will come off and a scrape that will for the most part buff out. i’m sure the motorbike guy went about his day with his tale of the crazy farang who plowed him down and i came home and went to sleep. and waited for the police to show up. which they haven’t. but for the rest of my life anytime the driveway bell rings instead of the obnoxious bing-bong i’ll hear, “bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do when they come for you?”


6 thoughts on “things that go bump on the tanon

  1. If I weren’t so weak from the coughing fit I had as a result of the small giggling fit I had oh what the heck….TUMP you used tump in a post on your blog. TUMP I think you might ought to define that fine piece of Texas vocabulary for your readers!


  2. wow as I keep saying like a broken record you guys are still living a wild life always such excitement!

  3. Just to let you know “tump” is a perfectly good word. Once had to explain the meaning to a doctor visiting from Scotland – don’t think he ever bought the word – he never used it anyway. I love that you are using the term internationally – that along with your Li’l tex story should be enlightening.

  4. Usually they use the green leaves on the road to slow the traffic down.. instead of cones or triangle things they use in the west. You’ve survived your first accident.. it won’t be the last.. it happens to all of us don’t worry !!

  5. Wow! What an exahusting day, Id have to go home and take a nap too! Either that or have good stiff drink.

    I can’t imagine relocating from texas to thailand – that has to be some serious culture shock. Not to mention missing friends and family. A blog is a great way to keep in touch.

    Thanks for stopping by my blog! I look forward to reading more of your adventures.

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