I've had many a geeky job, but I'm pretty sure that Segway tour guide qualifies as the dorkiest. The English riding helmet didn't help.
(I like to pretend that it actually gave me street-cred, because I bought it off an 85-year-old Irishman named Clawhammer Jack.)
Now, as a history nerd, I basically had free reign to turn these people's vacation into Gigtastic's Obscure Anecdote Radio Hour. But for many of the tourists themselves, my enthusiastic rambling was just the soundtrack to their great robot bicycle escapade, because it turns out that adventure tourism is just the for-profit arm of mankind's barely-contained propensity for exploration and reckless self-endangerment.
There are gigs in this world that allow you to teach physics through the magic of indoor skydiving, navigate whitewater gauntlets, kayak with orcas, hike f-ing volcanoes, and otherwise enjoy the sort of adrenaline fix that our ancestors could only enjoy while running from tigers. Hell, I once accompanied a man as he bungee-jumped into the Nile, because apparently no trip is complete without a mouthful of dysentery.
So knock yourself out, although I'd really prefer if you didn't take that literally.
