Life: Idiotropic

If you find yourself at the Valencia International Airport on a sunny Friday afternoon, do beware of scooters and the lotto peddling men who drive them.  Today, while waiting for my mom to arrive, I was nearly killed by two of them, the second one twice.

A large man in a red t-shirt, one hand on the handle bar steering erratically in and out of groups of waiting people and around pillars, the other hand holding up a long strand of lottery tickets that often block his vision.  Zooming up, breaking quickly, "lottery tickets?"  The answer is no and he zooms off nearly running into the next unsuspecting victim before speeding off again.

I wanted SOOO badly to get his picture, but chickened out.  Too many people.  So I got this one when he stopped for a coffee.  He already drives like he's over-caffeinated.  Yeah, let's allow him more.  Sheesh.  So there it is in front of the little dog... the preferred weapon of choice at the Valencia airport.  A drunk snow boarder is less scary.