One night, when Matt and I visited Bangkok last year, the taxi driver we hired insisted on taking us to see a ping pong show.

Cab Driver:  Have you guys seen the ping pong cho?

Matt & I:  Ping pong what?

Cab Driver:  Ping pong cho, you know.  Ladies shoot the ping pong balls from (you know where).

Matt:  Oh, ping pong show.  No, no, no.  Thank you.  We just want to go to the night market.

Cab Driver:  Oh, NOOOO.  The show is very good.  Let me take you to the ping pong cho.

Matt:  Hehehe… No, really.  We just want to go to the night market.

Cab Driver:  Are you sure?  Everybody loves the ping pong cho, you know.  Young people, old people, men, women, everybody.  Everybody loves the ping pong cho.

Matt:  No, no, no.  Just take us to the night market.

We were thrilled to get out of the taxi finally when we arrived at the night market.  As we walked along the tiny little alleys full of vendors and shops, one man suddenly appeared from nowhere and pulled both of us over.  He began to yell, “Lady ping pong cho.  Lady ping pong cho.  Look!  Look!”  And then he showed me the photographs.  OMG!!!  I almost lost my entire dinner right there right then.  We managed to pull away from his firm grip and fled as fast as we could.