I’m a commuter, something I’m not ashamed of.
Among other things it gives me free time to write this blog.
Most mornings I catch a taxi to the station. I’m not much of a talker in the morning, but some of the drivers fail to appreciate this.
It is a major achievement that during a seven minute journey the driver can tell me the complete story of his life down to the most minute and personal detail.
After such a journey I know why he has been divorced
three times, how much alimony he plays and the amount of abortions he
has had to finance.

Steve Taite, EzineArticles.com Basic Author


Another interesting incite is  the fact that taxi drivers all belong to a heavily persecuted minority group. The police force, IRA and local municipalities all have it in for them.
It might interest some of my more ignorant readers  that many taxi drivers suffer from the rare disease known as nocbumperania. The symptoms are easily recognizable but sadly
incurable. Drivers suffering from this ailment are unable to see
pedestrian bumps or crossings. Some experts believe this is often due
to an overdose of trial rides taken on Space Mountain.
If all this wasn’t enough to make their lives miserable, many of the taxi drivers also suffer from being completely tone deaf which is clearly  obvious when they accompany the songs that are blasting at full pitch from the car radio.
It is with all this bearing in mind that I pray that the next time you  meet up with one of their kind you open your wallet generously and please remember – no large bills.

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