Today a series of surprises at work led to me catching the train home at 9:40 pm instead of 5:40 pm. Granted. We all have long days. Still such a late and long day and then realizing I had missed the last bus and would have to take a taxi or a motorbike home made me even more annoyed.
The unfortunate motorbike driver had a friend with him to negotiate the price. The friend fancied himself a smart one. And tried to charge me twice the typical rate. Absolutely not, I said.
So he brought it down by a third, still 30% too high. Usually I just have to mention the actual price, and they artless down. Not so today.
Today he insisted. I refused. So he grinned as he tapped his skinny friend on the knee and then gestured at me and said, “But, its a little bike. And you weigh [my weight plus 45 lbs]. You pay this much.”
I glared. I said NO (in Thai) and I walked away wondering if I could have actually kicked him between the legs or if someone would have called the police. So I walked to the next motorbike stop. 35 minutes away. And they laughed and now my flip-flop shod feet are aching and I hope it was worth it.
What do you say? Would you have taken the ride?