Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Wanted: Part-time Rickshaw Driver

About two weeks ago I was over at Wolvies for dinner and to make Easter plans when Savanna asked me whether or not I had a car in Brazil.  I had just assumed she knew I didn't have a car but then again I'm probably one of the few adults in her life who doesn't have one.

She then asked me if I was going to buy a car when I moved to India.  I told her no because it's such a big city with so many people and cars. Jamey helped explain things a bit as to a 9-year-old the idea of so many people in a space is hard to grasp.  Trying to picture 1 million people living in 1 square mile of space is confusing to me at times too!

Then she asked how I would get around town.  This is where I explained I'd take taxis and rickshaws.  I told her what a rickshaw looks like and how they're like taxis but smaller which makes it easy to get around. 

She suggested that I just buy one.  Buy a rickshaw.  Does kinda make sense, but can you imagine?  I'd definitely have a lotta looks and probably a full rickshaw every time I was out toolin' around town.  Blondie rickshaw driver in Mumbai, can you imagine?

Thanks for the story Savvy and also for the inspiration behind my blog's background.

Also thanks to my dear friend Jenny who helped me finally figure out the obvious clickity clickk to end my quest for background personalization.

1 comment:

  1. clicky clicky. Glad you found what you were looking for!