Why are you staring at me?

Hey Hey Hey. I hope everyone is well and people in the midwest are starting to warm-up a little bit. Once again, I would like to say that things are going well for me here in this wonderful country. This post will not be as long as the others but I coudn't pass up the opportunity to share another story.
During a typical week, I go to school, teach a few classes, come home, exercise, go and grab some take-home dinner on the street and enjoy the rest of the evening. Usually, when leaving my apartment, I take a left and walk down a few blocks where this lady sells really great fish, sticky rice, and other great tasting items to choose from. However, when I was on the bus last week about 4-5 blocks away from my building, I noticed a different area where there were many food vendors and told myself it is time to try something new. So, instead of taking a left, I took a right and walked to the area I noticed earlier in the day. When I got to this area the food choices looked amazing and was very happy that I made this decision. After I had looked at what a few different vendors were selling I stared to notice that the noise level started to go down. So, instead of looking at more dinner possibilities, I just continued to walk and look at what people were doing. Throughout my walk, I noticed that when I went by groups of people in conversation, it would immediately stop and I would be stared at as I walked by. At first I didn't undertand why everyone was staring at me and then I realized that not many farangs enter this area to buy food. When I continued to see for people stop what they were doing and stare at me I couldn't help but smile at the situation. It's as if none of these people have seen a white person before.
I eventually found some great glass noodles with vegetables and some fresh mango with sweet sticky rice. During my purchase I started to laugh out loud and the nice lady I was buying from gave me a look that said, "What is this foreigner laughing at?" To ease the situation, I paid for my food, asked her a couple questions in Thai (which she appreciated), said thank you and couldn't stop laughing as I walked back home.
What was a laughing at you might ask? I was wishing at that moment these people understood English. If they were weirded out by a foreigner just passing through to buy his evening meal, how FREAKED out would they be if all of a sudden I stopped, looked at all the gentlemen, and yelled, "HOW MUCH FOR YOUR WOMEN!!??"
Well, that is all for now. I hope you find my story humorous. If you do not, however, that is too bad because I think it's freakin' hilarious. Until next time, the beauty of any experience is enhanced if you can find within it a touch of humor.