You know you’re a pedicabber when
you think agreeing to be somewhere at 11 am constitutes getting up really really early
you don’t own one pair of “mom presentable” underwear
you thought the ventriloquist guy was funny…. at first
there isn’t one spot in the 6th street alleys you haven’t peed
you often find yourself driving a car like a pedicab…. stopping for yellow lights a car could daily beat but a pedicab couldn’t.
if you see someone on a bicycle you have to stare at them to see if you know them from pedicabbing…. and a weird percentage of time…… you do…
you have the set list of the SPAZZMATICS memorized even better than they do… And you’ve been pedicabbing way too long if you can tell if its the A team Spazzmatics or B team replacements.
as much as you claim you’re broke all the time. every once in a rare while, Santa Pediclause will often leave you a fistful of cash in random sock drawers
the impossible has happened: hot UT coeds grabbing your ass is something you want to avoid happening
you tried getting along with Roman. Once…..
If you’re just riding your bike and see someone who looks lost , you offer them a ride…..
On….. oh yeah… D’ow!”
you bitch that pedicabbing isn’t as good as when you started. Whenever that was.
ok- keep it going