My daily elevator ride between the 8th floor of my apartment and ground level is rarely a solitary ride. I’m often accompanied by Thai folks doing the same thing as I – that is, riding the elevator. Duh! Today I began my ride on the first floor with a guy carrying several bags of groceries. He hit number 11 for his floor and looked at me to tell him what floor I wanted him to push. “Pa-eed” I said – 8. He understood right away and pushed the button for the 8th floor. When people understand and respond to my Thai (not the alcoholic drink), I can feel a new part of my brain, left dormant for most of my life, light up like a Christmas tree. In other words, I get excited when people know what the heck I’m saying.
He asked me where I was from. I gave him the quick rundown: I’m a teacher at an international school, I’ve been here for three weeks, and I’m from America.
The elevator arrived at the 8th floor, the doors opened, and on my way out I quickly introduced myself and asked for his name.
“I am the Egg Man,” he said with a smile.
If you’re a Beatles fan, I know you know the song that was queued in my head: “I am the eggman…aaahhhh, they are the eggmen…aaahhhhh, I am the walrus – cookoogachu!”
“You are the egg man?” I asked with a curious grin.
“Yes!” he said with a huge smile showing all his pretty white teeth. “I am the Egg Man! I’m a DJ. The-Egg-Man. I play at the Hollywood club.
I took out my cellphone and gestured that I was ready to type his email in my phone.
“Egg,” he said.
“Egg?” I responded.
“Egg,” he repeated. I’m The Egg Man.
“You are the Egg Man. Ok I got that. But what is your email?
“Egg,” he said again.
Meanwhile the elevator doors continued to close. But I stood in the middle and made sure that nobody would be going anywhere until I had his email down right.
I gave him my phone and told him to just type it in. The first letter was an X.
“Ah!” I exclaimed. You’re not the Egg Man. “You’re The X-Man! DJ X-Man!”
He smiled and nodded his head in agreement. “Yes yes! I am the Egg Man!”
I laughed. He laughed. We both laughed without knowing why the other was laughing. It was good fun.
“Ok, DJ X-Man,” I said. “Sa-wa-dee-kap! Have a good night. I’m looking forward to seeing your show!”
allensbrain 
Heh…you be hilarious man! Technically, you be “A” hilarious man tapping into the hilarity of this hilariosity that we call LIFE. Funny moments of funny shit. 🙂 Keep sharing!