We are honest, however…
Photo courtesy of Pat Saengcharoen.
Found at Suvarnabhumi Airport in Bangkok, Thailand.
We aim to not please, so please do not aim too. And no bowel movements either.
I see it is rude and unreasonable
Welcome to Club Rude.
The bowing is just for show
Don’t be fooled by the smile, your all pigs
Listen carefully so you know if they’re calling you “sir” or “cur”.
They’ll tell you where to go, even if you’re not lost.
“You wish to return something?”
“This is how I will smash your family jewels.”
The polite staff looks like The Thing with piranha’s teeth and is armed with bombs and bazookas.
Looks like they are just going to crap their hands
This must be Air Canada!
They are cute, however, judging from the poster.
At least they look good.
I think she is saying “Guess what I have in my hands! Just how much I care about your problem.”
Shark before serving!
We send them on special Anger Mismanagement cources
“This is my estimate of the size of your dick, sir.”
Looks like she’s preparing for a karate death chop…
And a Nasty Nameste to you to.
Pressing the hands together is used as a respectful form of greeting, acknowledging and welcoming the spark of the divine in every person, even garbage like you.
Service with an insincere smile.
Call Center: 1-800-BITE-ME
Of course. That’s the smile of someone plotting, waiting to laugh at your shortcomings.
We will crush your nuts until they are this wide.
Then you can mail them home, so they will be there when you get back.
1. Oil hands.
2. Rub part between them until firm.
3. WOOO EEE!!
That’s Ok by me. I don’t mind if my lady talks dirty at the right time.
“You’re ugly, unlovable, and you dress funny. Don’t like what I said? Tough shit; at least you can do something about the last one.”
But they are still MUCH BETTER than the TSA agents.
She in picture know: All men pigs!
that’s the smile of someone about to troll you
She isn’t bowing, she’s pressing her fingertips together while evilly muttering “Exxxx-cellent” like Mr. Burns.
My tented hands are not a respectful greeting, I’m about to
get martial arty on your arse.
Welcome to Pol Pot International Airport
How can I help you, you filthy white man?
What an evil looker
The Star-Spangled Britain, anybody?
Whoops . . . sorry wrong post above.
Thanks for being even more honest than me.
Truth in advertising.
Her hands express that she’s presenting you with a lovely bouquet of all the f___s she has to give regarding your complaint.