ON A WAR WITH MY SCOOTER

I never thought I would have a full-blown wrestling session with my scooter , but …  there I was, sweating under the blazing sun , looking at the scooter, DEFEATED. 

It all started with a simple party. A PARTY nearby. My dad took out the car as all the four of us (Me , Mom , Dad and my brother) were attending the party but …. mom suggested that we go by bike (motorcycle).

MOM : "It's just around the corner. We can go by bike." she said.

On the other hand, my brother was still inside the bathroom , fighting his own battle with the shampoo in the shower.

DAD : “How will we four sit on the bike ?”

MOM : "He  (my brother) can take scooter . Let's go now. "

She said as a matter of fact because we were getting late and the PRINCE was still bathing as if he has all the time in the world. 

So, we piled up onto the bike , Dad driving, and then we arrived at the party. It was a lunch party. We greeted a few familiar people and had our lunch. My Lunch was already done whereas my parents were still eating.

 It's me ! I ate just a few bites . I was already full because I just ate 15 minutes before coming . WHY ? Because I was hungry  but I had to come along with my parents anyway so,
I ate a little for formality. Finally , my brother arrived , and I saw my escape - the scooter. My eyes sparkled , my heart thumped with happiness and I thanked the scooter in my mind to come for my rescue. I twirled around on my feet with twinkling eyes reaching my parents.

Me : "I am heading back home ." I announced, only to meet with my mom saying

MOM : "He is dropping me off."

Me : "Are you going somewhere?"  I asked, confused as originally we came to attend the party only.

MOM : "Yeah !"

ME : "He can take you by bike." I suggested as a matter of fact because my brother can drive the bike whereas the bike was too heavy for me to even learn (Trust me , once I sat on the bike and tried to move it forward , I almost tripped and died by the weight of that monster (bike)).

MOM : "My bag is in the scooter."

My mom needed the bag with her so she denied to let me take the scooter

Dad was busy so he couldn't drop me off, so I ,  THE BRAVE ONE , volunteered to drive MOM home, then she'd take the scooter from there (As she knew how to drive)

 Simple ,right ?

….

WRONG

We reached home, and Mom dropped the bombshell on me

MOM : "Get my bag."

Me : "From the scooter’s seat ?"

MOM : "Yes"

ME : "How ?"

I asked, staring at the scooter like it was an alien artifact. The sun was now shining brightly on my head , beads of sweats were forming everywhere on my body , and then mom said

MOM : "I don't know ! Your brother just told me once and I never used the seat to keep the stuff before .

I looked at her with understanding eyes as we both were still learning to drive and Mom was a better driver than me because I never go out of the house. So …. Ha ha  ! How can I know how to open the seat but now I have to open it anyhow.

 I wrestled with the seat , pulling and tugging, 

ME : "Where's the lock of the seat?"

I asked, frustrated and tired under the blazing sun . As I was inspecting the scooter , a horrifying thought struck me : I didn't even know where this thing took fuel! Was it under the seat? On the side? Imagine me, pulling up to a petrol pump , clueless, searching for the fuel tank like it was a hidden treasure. Hilarious right?

 

MOM : "It opens from the front, with the key" she said "You will hear a loud click."

And that’s it , I jammed the key in , twisted it to "fuel or seat" (Which I just saw after inserting the key for the first time in my life , I never saw that sign before ) and pulled the seat. 

nothing happened.

Fifteen minutes later, Mom said

MOM : "I am not going anymore . Park the scooter back inside."

We entered the house tanned by the sun , my full shirt was drenched in sweat but  I rushed to my phone , determined to open this seat today, Googling furiously : "HOW TO OPEN THE SCOOTER SEAT?" A tutorial revealed a button beside the key hole.

 A BUTTON ! A GODDAMB BUTTON . 

How had I missed it? 

I raced downstairs to the scooter and took out the bag finally from the rebellious seat of the scooter.

Me : "MOM ….(I shouted)  I got the bag." I said with immense pride in my heart and with a sense of victory.

MOM : "Wait , I will go now , I am coming ."

She came down stairs and stood beside me,

 and then , the scooter laughed at my face. The seat wouldn't close. 

MOM : "Just press it down!" 

She said almost laughing ,I pressed, pushed. I practically sat on it. Nothing.

ME : "I am coming in a minute" 

I told mom

and ran back upstairs and googled again "HOW TO CLOSE SCOOTER SEAT ? "

Another tutorial , I just had to press the scooter from the middle. Ahh ! So dumb me , I slapped my forehead and rushed back down with a thrilling adrenaline and a goal to close that stubborn seat back.  

Finally , the seat clicked shut. 

Mom , bag in hand, zoomed off on the scooter, leaving me standing there , victorious but humbled.

And that 's how Google won against a rebellious scooter

Google : 2

Me : 0

and also , how I learned that I know absolutely nothing about scooters, especially where they keep their fuel.

Thanks for joining me on this hilarious ride!