weeble weeble sclup (or, some offers should be refused)

Worked all day at a remote site - not exactly remote, per se, but inconveniently placed far from the metro lines. One of my colleagues offered to give me a lift back to one of the main roads where I could grab a cab back to downtown Athens.

I accepted.

Before I realized that he was driving a motorcycle (well, a motor scooter). This led to about twenty minutes of: a) riding on the back of an open motorcycle, b) without a crash helmet or anything between me and the road but my best suit, should the worst have happened, and c) I did mention this was Athens, right? Makes New York or Chicago traffic look like everyone behind the wheel in those cities is on something making them extra mellow.

Thankfully, nothing went wrong. But my nerves still haven't unwound.

Didn't help much that the taxi driver who took me the rest of the way back into the city was doing business on his cell phone while in motion.