Did you know you can board Airbus A380 with a huge gun?

Did you know you can board Airbus A380 with a huge gun?
Me neither.
Just as I did not know what to do in Bangkok when having arrived two days earlier. Surely, it is a great city, but having been there six times and having just arrived from wonderful Lao countryside, it was not easy.
A Murphy’s Law says: the more time in a place of departure, the more ways to screw it up.
After a bottle of beer and several refusals of potential lady(boy) companion, I finally stopped contemplating where I had saved a day and acknowledged that in ten hours I would be inserting earplugs to soften hostel snoring, instead of heading to the airport.
Another bottle made me more decisive. In ten minutes a smiling receptionist was showing me my shared room and bed. I gave up and after a night on a bus spent by watching movies with Thai dubbing and no subtitles and by killing cockroaches crawling out from under my seat, I heard her last words before I fell asleep: Songkran, New Year, water.
Suddenly, loud conversation woke me up. Being full of energy I decided to hit the streets – direction Khao San Road. The closer I was, the more typical picture I saw – cramped stalls, goods arranged on the ground, rustle of banknotes and tinkle of coins. However, one thing amazed me. While during my previous stays all the sellers used to sell various goods – from fresh fruits to Buddha figurines – this evening one could buy only one thing: water gun.
I was telling myself, “In no way are you going to take part in this!”. Trying to sneak out I looked into a seller’s eyes. Mistake. Her ironical grin was followed by a squirt of water.
I am asking about the price of a gun. Too much. Suddenly a bucket of icy water ends up on my body. Opinion changed, I am in! Buying the biggest gun and sweet revenge begins.
Firing at everything that moves. The cooler “load”, the more original screaming. Streets full of water, adults acting like kids, wet and covered by color. The bigger gun, the more respect. Mine even allows me to think for a while. On Monday I will be at home and …wait! If I am at home on Monday and now it is Sunday night… oh dear. Obviously, departure on Monday 0:55 a.m. means Sunday night. Which is…now.
Long story short: yes, you can get to the airport in 25 minutes, you can change your wet clothes in a cab while explaining you are not a pervert and you can get on Airbus A380 with a huge gun. It helps if you are the last one to board, looking like you forgot that the gun is hanging on your shoulder.