Do All of Us a Favor and Don't Drink and Drive

Tonight I was going heading to Bellanova (which is the local eatery/mall). Elise and Ferrah were riding Elise's motorbike so I took an ojek. No big shakes on that one. I've become a professional at avoiding the exhaust pipe so I don't scorch my leg (which by the way is healing - but it looks like there will be a nice big 4 inch scar - at least it is half the size of the original burn).

Anyway, I walk down to the ojek hang-out and call for an ojek. This older man (I'd say 60's) stumbles over and his words are slurred. Not only that, but he reeks of alcohol. There's absolutely no way I was going to hop on the bike. I saw premonitions of broken bones and death - no way!

The ojek driver kept telling me to get on (at least that's what I gathered). I refused and asked for another driver. The ojek driver zoomed off about 5 feet and drove the motorbike into a 2 foot pit on the side of the road that was blocked off by orange cones. So I helped him get the bike out (which was more difficult than you might think). Even after that he thought he was still fit for driving.

Thankfully another ojek driver came and actually spoke broken English (anything at this point is a blessing). He told the old man to get off and for me to get on. So I did, but then the old man decided that since I was on the bike he could drive me.

Oh! I screamed (more out of frustration than anything). I think that caught both of them off guard. Thankfully the sober ojek got on the bike and brought me to Bellanova.

I always cross path with the crazies. Sure, it makes for some good stories, but goodness!