Scooter Story Time!

Now everyone gather around and let me tell you a story that will surely delight you with its humor, scare you with its rising tension, and leave you aching for more stories of Taiwan, even to the point where you will want to come see for yourself!

So take a seat, grab some tea, and read on my friends!

Once upon a time an Armenian and her Mexican friend decided to venture off to a faaaarrrr away land where they spoke a foreign language, where they celebrated cats by greeting them, saying “hello kitty”, and where they drove these motorized seated vehicles. On the eve of last night, their dear friends Anthony and Danielle invited them to a tea party at their teacher friend’s house to celebrate being a foreigner in this strange land they called Taiwan. They had promised the Armenian and Mexican that there would be a certain prince charming awaiting them at this party, so much were they excited that they got their hopes up and even dressed up for this occasion.

They arrived at the festival and there was an array of English teachers from all around the world and they introduced themselves one by one and then they got to this boy, nay, a man. A kind of man you don’t see every day, you can’t find just anywhere, THAT kind of man; the kind of man that has a mullet, and is very intensely tall and skinny, and has a pierced nose. THAT kind. To their shock and a little dismay, he was not the prince they had been promised to be betrothed to though he had quite the sense of humor.

A bit tired and ready to go home at 2 past the midnight, the four youngsters and their two scooters headed out into the streets as the rain began beating down first softly then so roughly that a shower was no longer necessary.

Two minutes into the drive, the breaks started acting a bit edgy on their motorized cart and suddenly it stopped, nay it died.

And it was 2 in the morning.

And it was pouring.

And it was an Armenian and a Mexican in Taiwan.

And they were alone with no cell phone and no idea of where they were.

And this story is not ended yet….

Not reacting too rashly or strongly, the two damsels take in their situation and decide to get a taxi back to their abode but what they find odd is that no such vehicle will stop for them. None will stop to their arms waving madly, to their soaked clothing, to their whistling and yelling and obvious signs of “help wanted”.

“So my dear, shall we walk?” asked the Armenian to the Mexican.

“……..I guess…..”

So they walked.

Twenty minutes into their trek home, they realized that since they were not well acquainted with the geography of the city, they might have been going to wrong way so they stopped at a family mart and when the little Taiwanese man came out this is what happened next:

Looking like this, Sandra yells at him with powerful hand signing:

“SCOOTER BREAK. TAXI CALL”.

A bit scared and too unsure of what to do, he did what he was commanded.

Xie Xie. Thank you, we are very grateful.

Inside the taxi driving for about 20 minutes and watching a music video of some terribly cheesy Taiwanese lost lovers, the two travelers found themselves in familiar territory and arrived home safely to live happily….but not ever after….and without any princes because who needs them when you can get lost in the middle of the night in a foreign country in the rain and make it back decently alive?

ZE END!