Driver, don't stop at all!

I met a rather interesting character yesterday, who reminded me of a few of my friends. You may have friends like this as well, they are usually called 'woman shark'.

Alex, the driver of the shuttle bus that takes accredited media representatives from their hotels to the stadium, turned out to be quite a character. He was right on time for the pick-up, and so was I. Problem was, no one else seemed to be, so the mid-aged Frenchman decided to wait another 10-15 minutes for the other journalists who were expected to join us.

"So where are you from?"

"Jamaica."

"Ahhhh ... Jamaique. So you are here to support Usain Bolt, no?'

"Actually this is a championship for 16 and 17-year-olds, so no Bolt."

"Oh I see, I wouldn't know, I dont really care about sports."

Quite a shame. Seemed though that Alex was eager to test his English and I was the hamster. After minutes of pointless chatter, he asked: "So how is my English?"

"It is good, better than my French, and I like French," I replied.

This is where my entertainment began.

"Ahh, the French, I like them too, look at these two walking by," he said with a troublesome smirk on his face while pointing to two young ladies walking to the side of the bus.

I swear, I was actually talking about the language when I mentioned my fondness for French, but I had a feeling that his misinterpretation would lead to a better spent five minutes or so.

If he had to wait, Alex determined that he was going to enjoy himself while doing so. Oddly, it' the first time covering a major event that I have seen a driver this relaxed and carefree - eager to mix and chat with the people he is hauling around.

After several attempts, Alex finally got the attention of one not-too-bad-looking young woman, but her attention didn't last very long. I thought about helping the poor guy out and calling someone over for him, but the only French sentence I know may have come off a little bit too strong. After all, it's not recommended to just see someone and offer "voules-vouz coucher avec moi?", so I decided against it, sat in my seat, read my book and offered him my encouragement.

Alex kept trying, but his success ratio wasn't too good - didn't stop him from trying though. Can't blame him for trying though. After all, he's the driver, always on the move.