I Like Ladyboy

I get my luggage and head for a taxi to take me to the Mandarin Oriental, my home for the next 2 days. I go for the nearest taxi stand, which is probably not the best idea, but I really can’t be bothered to fart about trying to find a cab that may rip me off, according to the guidebook, and I tell them I am going to the Mandarin Oriental.

“Ah, The Orient”

“No, the Mandarin Oriental”

“Yes, yes. Come, come. The Orient.”

I am not convinced that I am going to be taken to the right hotel and as the journey approaches about 40 minutes, in what seems to be in a direction away from what looks like the centre of Bangkok, I am starting to fret...
To ease my worries, the taxi driver strikes up a conversation.

“So your hotel The Orient? Very far. Big tip.”

“Umm, actually it’s the Mandarin Oriental. Here ”

“Yes, yes. Very far. You married?”

“No, I’m not married. Are you?”

“No I like lady boy. Hotel very far. Big tip.”

Why do I attract strange people?