driving

Wednesday was a very full day, and I still wasn't feeling the greatest. I had five meetings total, and was going non-stop almost all day. Fortunately, one of the meetings was with the guy from the printer's, to hand off my calendar. Unfortunately, he didn't show because he was with a relative having surgery. Fortunately he sent an underling to come get my files. (Unfortunately, the guy's thumb drive must have had a virus or something, because they weren't able to open my files once they got them back to the shop—but I didn't find that out until Friday.)

Anyway, my funny story happened while traveling to one of my meetings. It was a supper meeting. The moto driver wanted a bit more than I usually pay, saying the traffic was going to be heavy. I didn't budge, though, and was about to find someone else, so he relented and agreed to my price.

Almost immediately we hit a traffic jam. I hadn't thought about the fact that it was 5:30 and basically rush hour. Only, no one was rushing. We crawled along for a little bit, but my driver was not to be hindered. Calmly he jumped the curb and started driving on the sidewalk. Pretty common practice here. At one point we were actually in a traffic jam on the sidewalk, because so many motorbikes had taken this alternative "route". I just had to chuckle—mostly because I realized it no longer strikes me as odd to use the sidewalk as an extension of the road.

He got me to my meeting on time. I gave him the extra fee he had been asking for.