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Karkrub story

One would think that going to work in bustling Bangkok would become monotonous after a while, but every now and then, the city offers up a delightful surprise. my friends, is about one such unexpected treat.

On a sunny morning, as I hustled down the streets, my trusty briefcase swinging by my side, I had a peculiar feeling. Maybe it was the new tie I had worn or the fact that my coffee had an extra shot of espresso, but that day felt like no ordinary day. As I neared the Kimpton Maalai, my hunch was confirmed.

Right there, in all its grandeur, was a shimmering white 911 Porsche, parked as if it had dropped from the heavens. For a moment, I forgot about the reports waiting on my desk or the morning meeting I was already late for. All that mattered was this four-wheeled beauty.

Doing my best impression of a car model from a commercial (which is as comical as it sounds for a guy in a suit with a briefcase), I circled the car. Every now and then, I’d let out a chuckle, imagining myself behind the wheel, racing down the streets, turning heads and probably causing a traffic jam because, well, Bangkok!

But amid my daydreaming and silly antics, a memory washed over me. A time when cars weren’t just machines but magical creatures that promised adventures. I was a young lad, and my dad had decided to teach me a thing or two about cars. We sat on our porch, him holding a miniature white Porsche, explaining the dynamics, the engine, the speed. I didn’t understand half of it, but I remember thinking, “Wow, Dad really loves this car!” and making a mental note that when I grew up, I’d get a car just like that to see my old man beam with pride.

Back to reality, I decided to commemorate this amusing and nostalgic encounter. With no one around, I quickly set my briefcase down, posed like I was unlocking the Porsche with a key fob (which I clearly didn’t have), and snapped a selfie. If ever there was a picture that screamed “wishful thinking,” this was it.

With a spring in my step and a goofy grin plastered on my face, I resumed my journey to work, but not without making a pit stop at a toy store first. I bought a mini white 911 Porsche, much like the one from my childhood memory. It found a proud place on my office desk, a reminder of a whimsical morning and a beautiful memory with my dad.

Throughout the day, colleagues would stop by, pointing at the toy car, raising an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation. And oh, what a delightful story I had to share! There were chuckles, there were high-fives, and there was that one person who said, “I knew there was something odd about you today, and it wasn’t just the tie!”

That evening, as I headed home, clutching my new toy car, I made a quick call to my dad. I narrated the day’s adventure, hearing him laugh heartily on the other end. “Remember, son,” he said, “it’s not about the car, but the journey and the memories you make along the way.”

So, while most days in Bangkok are filled with traffic, meetings, and deadlines, once in a while, they’re about white 911 Porsches, memories with dad, and a rekindled childlike wonder. If you’re ever near the Kimpton Maalai and spot a gleaming white car, take a moment, let yourself daydream, and who knows, you might just have a story worth sharing!