That was what the entire "Priority" queue at BKK Airport heard at 4.30pm when a Singaporean raised his voice at the immigration officer at the counter. From his accent and his red passport, I could tell he was Singaporean. I ashamedly hid my passport from view of others in the queue, trying my best to distance myself from him. His poor girlfriend (or wife?), scooted off when the officer waved her by but motioned to the irate man, dressed in a red polo t-shirt and khaki berms, to stay put.