Anecdotes on the Road
One day after work, I got a Uber with a non- local licence plate, the guy with a Chongqing accent wouldn’t stop bragging to me: “I left home at seventeen. What’s the point of making money? Isn’t it just to make ourselves happy? I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. My dad could grab tens of millions in cash easily. But I’m a hard- nosed kind of guy, and I didn’t want any of his money. I’m not like my brother, who asked Dad for millions. I tell you the truth, this place where you live, nobody knows it better than me. My brother used to be in a gang around here. One time, a guy scratched up my car, saw that my plate was nonlocal and tried to give me the runaround. In the end, I had to give him a good walloping. The guy went to find some of his friends to come back at me, but when they recognized who I was they all bounced off, if that isn’t respect for my bro I don’t know what it is. Those little rascals are just juniors to my brother. Well, if you don’t mess with us we’re all quite cool, but we are not afraid of trouble.”
I was quite sure this was an experienced guy with a lot of “stories” in his life.
Later, the guy, sobbing while driving, was on the phone with his ex-girlfriend trying to win her back:
“Lily, there are two hotties in my car, but I didn’t even look at them. You’re the only one for me. From now on, I will do whatever you ask me to do…”
One time, I was in a car with two besties talking about relationships. Just when I was talking about how my boyfriend was kind of stupid, the driver suddenly spoke up: “You’re still together with him even like this? What are you waiting for? Keeping him to take home for the New Year? Sis, don’t worry about it, I’ll find a guy for you. I promise I’ll get you a good one.”