The Friendly Taxi Driver

I've been constantly amused (more so than usual) by taxi drivers lately. Due to my broken leg and crutches, drivers have been curious about my leg. More than often, since they can't speak English, they want to look at my leg and do a assessment for themselves. Today, much like a few other previous times, the driver actually reached behind himself, to feel up my leg; checking the situation (I sit in the back seat, because of my crutches). When they feel my half-cast, their curiousity is generally satisfied. I consider myself fortunate that nobody has tried to check the size of my 'gochu' yet.















A basket of gochus.