So there we are on an outside table having a sip or two, just chilling and doing nothing much except exercising our tonsils when the cook (posh name for lady who heats up meals) came out with a couple of hard-boiled eggs on a plate and puts them on our table, together with a small worcestershire sauce bottle.
'Free,' she said, whilst munching on another shell-less egg coated with said sauce.
Dave looks at me, says thanks, and wastes no time in cracking open his egg. 'Could do with salt,' he says, half demolishing his egg. 'Are you going to eat yours?'
I nodded, got up to get some salt and pepper. Inside the restaurant there's this Farang looking slightly bemused, sitting opposite the cook and her sister (the bar owner). On the table there's a big bowl of eggs - 20 I'm told.
'Want more?' I was asked, as I picked up the condiments.
'Sure,' I responded, 'very tasty.'
'Thank Buddha,' said the cook. 'You're eating his food.'
I smiled as if it was quite normal, nodded at the farang who was chuckling, and headed back outside.
'Strange,' I said, 'there's a huge bowl inside. Who'd want to cook 20?'
We exchanged knowing looks and laughed. This is Thailand; so when the lady owner came out we asked her what had happened.
'Sister lose key. She search everywhere in apartment - cannot find, so she prays to Buddha. '"Help me find key and I'll cook 20 eggs for you".' And she looks up and sees the key...'
Dave cracked up. 'You couldn't make it up,' he said...