I had fun talking with motorcycle girl today.
She suggested that I write a book for I have many funny experiences. I told her the story of me not being able to give a stool sample because I can’t take a dump properly. This was the time when I was applying for a certain scriptwriting workshop that I did not pursue. She asked me why I did not eat and eat so I’ll have an upset stomach. I told her I was broke (which is my usual problem) and that I only had enough money for my fare.
I was able to give my blood and urine sample but not my stool. I had to deliver it the next day and I knew that the Human Resources department handling the workshop was getting mad at me already.
We talked and talked and when we were about to leave, she can’t start her motorcycle. I tried to make it work by helping her kick down the kick start lever. After several attempts and after some sweat formed in my chest and forehead already, we finally made it work.
I really have to learn how to drive a motorcycle.