
Give me a tip or I’ll kill myself.
November 18th, 2004I just got out of a total nightmare of an airport shuttle van ride. Crazy reckless driver. High speeds. Exciting last minute quadruple lane changes. The other passengers and I exchanged nervous glances the entire time.
The best part of the ride was this sign, taped to his dashboard. It’s hard to make out, but the guy on the right is ecstatic, with a giant toothy grin. He is “with” a tip. Hooray! The guy on the left is really sad because he is “without” a tip. Apparently, he’s sad enough to kill himself, because he is holding a gun to his head. Yep.
I wonder what he’s trying to say. I *think* he wants a tip, but it’s just not clear. Hmmm.

When we stopped at the first terminal, the driver got out to get another passenger’s luggage out of the back. Much to the delight of the guy next to me, I scrambled frantically into the front seat to get a photo of the sign with my cell phone and then climbed back to the backseat of the van before the driver got back in.
I love travelling.




