There were a lot of men’s clubs in Bangkok a few years ago. Men went there to read their newspapers quietly, drink, or have meals with their friends.
All of these men’s clubs had many very good servants. At every club, one of the servants was a doorman. Mr. Preecha was the doorman of one of these clubs. He was fifty-five years old, and he had grey hair and a big grey moustache.
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🚪 A dignified doorman with experience 👨
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The telephone rang in his office at six o’clock in the evening, and a woman spoke to him. She said, “Are you the doorman of the George Club?”
“Yes, I am,” Mr. Preecha answered.
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📞 A mysterious phone call in the evening 📱
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“Please give my husband a message,” the woman said.
“Your husband is not at the club this evening,” Mr. Preecha answered.
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🤔 “Your husband is not here…” 🤔
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“That is not necessary,” Mr. Preecha added. “No husband is ever at the club.”
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😂 “No husband is EVER at the club!” 😂
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