Karma is a crazy thing

So I'm still not over my little ride.

It started innocently enough. I was out tonight to a cool bar with my coworker and her friend. While there I taught them fun English words like "douchebag" and they taught me the Taiwanese equivalents. Just a note hearing a person who cannot speak English try to string together a bunch of f-bombs and such is one of the funniest things on the planet.

Then it was time to go and this is where karma came back to bite me in the ass, big time. I was to hitch a ride back to my place on my co worker's moped/mini-motorcycle. Not a bad deal, I get to ride right behind a decently attractive girl and get home for free.

Then reality set in. In the back, there were only some crappy handles and no real footrests. On these little devils you feel all of the bumps in the road and being on the back always feel like you are about to fall off. It was without a doubt one of the scariest times of my life to be barreling down streets at night when I couldn't see around the driver's head to see what was coming and there was very little to hold onto. All I wanted to do was get off of that thing so karma couldn't come all the way around (i.e. the only thing worse than being on the thing would be falling off of it then being rolled over by the car behind you). On top of that, my coworker thought this was the funniest thing in the world. Nothing like fearing for your life while your driver can't stop laughing.

I'm never doing that again, unless of course...