Snakes on an Auto!

Oh no he di-int. (Yes, he did.) The crazed man asking for money done shoved his coiled reptilian friend in my face! He wasn't asking for money. He was threatening, with beady eyes, screaming demands for money, shoving a slithering snake on my lap. Like the exploited snake, I too coiled back, against my friend sitting beside me in the auto rickshaw. We were stuck in traffic. We couldn't go anywhere. The driver calmly told the crazy fool "Nay, nay," gently shooing him away. I'm sorry, gently shooing doesn't work with snake-wielding vigilantes. So I shout at him; my Taiwanese friend gets more insistent than I've ever heard him. This went on for a very long minute.

Okay, I think I'm over that. Just wanted to offer some solice to you guys beating your steering wheel during rush hour in the States-- at least there are no snakes in your auto.