they could peep around the corner and know when to stick out their fingers. Now this may not seem scary until you become a maxi-taxi (or minibus) driver and you turn a sharp corner at 65km/h and see a bunch of greedy looking, grinning children, who aren't ashamed to let everyone know that they didn't wear deodorant, standing in the middle of the road, pointing at your maxi-taxi (or minibus, whichever you'd call it)!! Understandably though, I suppose it's effective, because in the children's minds, the taxi must stop, one way or the other. If it doesn't stop to pick them up, it must stop to avoid hitting them, and then if that doesn't work, the kids just run behind the maxi-taxi (or minibus) for a few yards until the driver decides to stop and peel off the kids that can't be hit off by the windshield wipers and are still plastered onto the front of the vehicle.
Well after all that time filling boring-time, I got bored and fell asleep, but my rest was not for long… Hey! I can't help it if I sleep with my mouth open, and when you're asleep and your mouth is open, sooner or later your neck gets wet. And, well I don't know about you, but I can't sleep with a wet neck. Things worked out though, because when I woke up, it was time to come out of the maxi-taxi (which is what I call it) so I stopped thinking… about stopping maxi-taxis that is. I don't usually stop thinking unless it's during my math class, but that's another story. Here's hoping you find something to think of on your next long trip, I know I will…
(Ever noticed how the facial expressions of people who are scratching is related to the location and intensity of their itch?….)

kw/1994

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