Leaving off rickshaw says something about you, EddieRUKiddingVare,
as well as the future think required for teleportation.
According to all the scientific magazines coming out of the States since the sixties,
we're supposed to be jetting around in our floating cars.
I see places like that in movies, but I can't even call a cab.
I used to like thinking, back in the seventies, that I was cool.
Now, I'm buying bamboo at Dollarama and using them to carry No Frills groceries.
So now I'm not cool, I'm a coolie.
Those are the kind of rickshaw thoughts this North American gets.
I'm not sure about an Aussie translation.