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.
why do you do this to yourself
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