If Yes is the answer, then what is the question?

If you have walked through the main streets of Central Ubud, you have probably been asked a thousand times by random tourists touts, drivers, vendors etc. - "Yes. Transport". I'm not sure if it's a question or a genuine offer. It always sounded like a statement rather than a question.

One is always tempted to ask "Yes, to what? Transport, to where? Yes, to what?". I do my best to grin and bear the occasional annoyance. Although there are times when I do my quiet morning Jalan-Jalan walks and then somebody hijacks my peaceful morning with that statement "Yes. Transport".

The only problem I have with that phrase - "Yes, Transport." is that the instant moment I hear it, I visualize time machines. Transport = Time Machine. Always. Never fails.  The first time a taxi cab driver said "Yes, Transport." to me I had to smile. I had visions of Debbie Gibson singing live in my head. Yeah. For 200,000 rupiah.  I'm so there.

Hey, sorry for the crappy drawing. Yes, someone used the descriptive sound of "vrroom. vrooom." on me when I ignored his transportation services offer. The guy thought I didn't understand English so he resorted to making sounds fit for a three year old kid. I regret now that I didn't turn my back and say to him, "Vrooom? Vrooom? Dude, I'm not fucking three years old. Now, I pay you good money. Just transport me to 1987."