Whenever I tell someone that I blog about pedicabbing, the conversation usually goes more or less like this.
Other person: Wow, I'll bet you get lots of great stories!
Me: Oh yeah! If I don't manage to turn it into a book, it won't be for lack of material.
Other person: I can imagine!
It's usually somewhere around this point in the conversation that the question arises as as to whether any kind of sexual activity has ever transpired on the back seat of my pedicab. Until recently -- Saturday before last to be more precise -- my answer has always been: "No, not as far as I'm aware."
I have to phrase it that way because I'm lacking the evolutionary adaptation that is evidently unique to grade school teachers: eyes in the back of the head. There's really no way to know what all has gone on behind my back over the last few months while I was busy watching the road ahead. (Come to think of it, a grade school teacher who pursued a second career as a pedicabbie would probably be in a position to write a much more exciting blog than this one!)
I might have remained blissfully unaware still if it hadn't happened that my boss (the owner's brother, who often pedicabs along with us) pulled up beside me at a red light at an opportune moment. He had a couple of young female passengers on his bike, and they started hooting and hollering and pointing my way. Wondering what all the fuss was about, I glanced behind me just long enough to realize that the middle-aged couple (mid 50s I would guess) on the backseat of my pedicab were getting it on*.
So what did I do? We were only a couple of blocks from their destination, so I got them there as fast as I could go. What would you have done?
*I'd prefer that this blog not get an adult rating, but if you must know, we're talking here about what is known in technical terms as digital penetration of the vagina.
