At the exit of the subway stop near my place there are usually half a dozen people with motorcycles waiting for passengers. I’m passing by this place every time I get off the subway on my way back home from work.
While most of the drivers shout things like “Hello, sit on my bike” or “Where are you going? I’ll take you there”, there’s one young fellow who always says: “You’re beautiful, you’re pretty” and gives me a thumbs up.
One evening I get off the subway too late in order to catch the bus, so I decide to get back home on the back of one of these motorbikes. I ask a guy in his 50s about the price. When the young guy hears that I can speak Chinese, he says: “I’ve told you many times that you’re pretty, but you still don’t take my bike. Next time you have to sit on my bike!” I laugh, not taking his words too serious.
This is the last time I see the young fellow waiting at the subway stop, trying to lure people into taking his bike. Maybe he moved to a different subway stop in search for passengers, maybe he changed his job or maybe he went back home for spring festival. I’ll never know.
Have you ever taken one of these motorcycles? I’d love to read your stories.