Isan experiences

It's a hot afternoon in the middle of the week. Oppressive heat makes people slower and especially thirstier. So De Inquisitor stops all activities at two o'clock in the afternoon and settles down on the shaded terrace of the shop after a refreshing shower. 

Always pleasant, now even more because the sweet has started selling a kind of ice cream. Simply crush ice, in a cup is placed at the bottom three different fruits and then filled with that crushed ice. Then sweet sauces on top, a kind of grenadine that is available here in all colors of the rainbow. The customer simply reports his preference, as standard you can take two types. Finally, a splash of condensed sweet milk is added. The Thai love it in warm weather, and it is also very affordable for the less well-to-do villagers here: ten baht. Would love to make a fifty percent profit because the ingredients are extremely cheap and the investment for the device that crushes the ice will quickly pay for itself, it is due to the large turnover that it goes quickly. There are also more expensive options, someone who wants a double portion of fruit, people who want four types of grenadine over it, even pieces of sweet bread sometimes go in. But that is sold little because twenty baht, too much for the meager Isaan budget. On the contrary, there were even those who asked for smaller ice creams of five baht, but De Inquisitor vetoed that, the shop does not earn anything from it.

As a result, there is much more traffic in the shop, not only the villagers but also the passers-by like to stop in front of it, because of course the table where everything is made is strategically placed outside in sight of the street. Most eat it in the shop, a few manage to take the toweringly filled cups, sometimes four or five at a time, by moped. Sweetheart can only take little rest, the run-up remains continuous if the weather is nice and warm like now. Has she also bought a machine to make milkshakes and others, for safety's sake she will leave it in the warehouse until she has more routine to handle everything: the regular sales, the ice cream cups and later the smoothies.

Nice for The Inquisitor who deliberately makes himself clumsy - he keeps telling that he can't prepare those ice creams, and proves it by immediately forgetting the fruit when forced to try. Is he safe for this kind of work, he doesn't feel like it and the love is now convinced that he won't be able to do that. But chatting with the customers is fun. Always hilarious because of his ignorance of the Isan language, but with a bit of good will on both sides that's no barrier.

Despite the heat, De Inquisitor is not yet ready for a beer. Characterfully he drinks soda water, it is still early. That is outside the value of Saai. Pleasant man, small in stature with pleasantly overweight. A friend too, but in the last two months De Inquisitor only received news from him via social media – Boring, a bachelor, had started working at various construction sites. First in the nearby town so that he came back home every day, then a little further where he spent the night.

Boring is a man of the Isan. The job is done and he returned yesterday. And he first fulfills his duties: giving money to parents and paying off his debts here and there, he now has the finances. And he decides to have a drink with De Inquisitor today. Yes, Boring has a soft spot for the village farang and vice versa. You always have fun with him, he does the craziest things, always walks around with a kind of ladies' handbag that contains all his valuables. That is not much: a phone call, his identity card, an empty wallet, some papers and a large number of keys.

On arrival he was already a bit windy, this morning he had already 'drunk in' with a few comrades who had arrived at his house, knowing of course that Saai has money.
Immediately two large bottles of Chang are put on the table, The Inquisitor does not get the chance to make a choice himself. Well, no problem, the soda water was already starting to sting.

An Isaaner who has money must invest it. In his good feeling. So after a second round of two large bottles of Chang, he walks into the shop, sees the chemistry needed to color your hair and he chooses purple. Without blushing, he wants to put that color on here in the shop. He is lucky, sweetheart's daughter is also there because of the annual school holiday and she is only too happy to take over the ice cream business. Because Saai wisely does not accept De Inquisitor's offer to carry it out, he thinks it's safer. Four large bottles of Chang, then wisdom goes a bit too far, doesn't it, even if there are two of you and he knows that The Inquisitor is not averse to playing a joke.

Wash hair first, under the garden hose. With which The Inquisitor can already do some antics by increasing and decreasing the pressure so that Boring is immediately soaking wet all over his body. Of course, the Inquisitor doesn't want Saai to pay for all the beer, and hoopla, the next two bottles. The sweetheart, drummed up by Saai to rub the paste into her hair (with a toothbrush, of course, in the absence of professional scum), is also in a cheerful mood, Songkran is approaching and that gives everyone here a lot of anticipation. Once the mixed paste is on the hair, it takes half an hour to wait. Boring, however, has opened a large family package and already mixed all the creams. Far too much, of course, and coincidentally another young man comes along who immediately becomes the victim of love's color zeal. Whoops, another purple head. He also has to wait and immediately puts two bottles of Chang on the table, the party expands. Poa Deing, a gray head, comes for a bottle of lao kao. And gone is the gray hair. The Inquisitor has long since fallen flat with laughter, because Deing has run his hands through his hair and then over his face. Which now also turns purple. And they are all soaking wet, The Inquisitor is in charge of the garden hose.

But wisdom is now completely gone, and love sees its chance. A gradually slightly intoxicated Inquisitor also dies. Immediately all revenge comes for the water, Saai gets hold of the garden hose, fortunately the phone is taken out of the pocket. And The Inquisitor also has a purple head. Very lucky: sweetheart forgets to take pictures because of all the fun. The purple head of The Inquisitor remains a secret between those involved and a number of villagers because the next day the clippers go over it, number one, very short but purple color also disappears. Oof.

And yes, it was an ordinary weekday. Isaan, The Inquisitor loves it!