Originally written November 29th, 2011
Dear Reader,
I have failed you. In a
previous post I advised you never to accept a ride from a moto driver with groceries. Yesterday morning I did just that.
Even though I had not yet made a deal with the supposed taxi driver I
went against my better judgement as my eyes fell upon the green plastic
bag full of veggies. I snuffed the small voice inside of me yelling,
“Heed your own advice! Think of your integrity! integrity! [cue echo
fade]”
Sure enough, not even a minute into the drive, the driver mumbled
about stopping off somewhere. Seeing a gas station on the corner I
assumed he needed to top off on fuel. We passed the gas station.
Instead, he stopped in front of a house and started yelling through the
opened front door, “HEY! I GOT THE FOOD!” Silence. “I GOT THE FOOD!!”
Silence.
He turned off his engine, got off his moto, grabbed the groceries and
disappeared into the wooden house. I stood by as a dumbstruck
spectator. Of course. What else should I have expected?
May I reiterate my previous thesis? Do yourself a favor and disregard moto taxi drivers carrying groceries.
Thankfully this driver’s house was next to the main road and the detour didn't take up too much time.