Cab rides can change your life! Believe you me!
There is a certain thrill in riding a cab. It's definitely not as simple as boarding a cab and then un-boarding it.
It in fact involves : Run for cab like your life depends on it / wait on road for cab while a bum appraises you critically and a random jogger feels free to peer at you weirdly. Then you listen to the cab driver give you an earful in the local language that always starts with "eeen madummmm yake.....". Then the ride. Can be harrowing the first few days. The cab driver will show you skills that make you feel stupid for ever thinking Fast and the Furious was, in fact, fast and furious. Any cab driver believes that fighting against time comes with the job description. And then, two days, later, you don't think twice about letting the cab driver be the owner of your life and limb for the entirety of the ride.
Honestly, listening to Vivaldi, while the human race is rushing past you in all its glory (bumpy roads, cows, jaywalking men,overflowing buses, the driver consequently shaking his fist while miraculously driving the whole time) is a thing of beauty.
And then the internet has me possessed like never, ever before! It is beginning to take a toll on my social life, and my reading. It's amazing, having been off it, to realise just HOW much of a change you can affect. From leaking cables to fixing your leaking pipes. Although I have my reservations about the lack of control this generation (dam, I feel old) has about keeping private things private. (I honestly don't want to know what you ate where you went and how your broken heart can never be fixed, OR the colour of your shoes today.)
But then again, changing with the times is inevitable I suppose. And discovering a new and awesome website gives you almost as much of a high as the afore mentioned cab ride does! Twitter?
There is a certain thrill in riding a cab. It's definitely not as simple as boarding a cab and then un-boarding it.
It in fact involves : Run for cab like your life depends on it / wait on road for cab while a bum appraises you critically and a random jogger feels free to peer at you weirdly. Then you listen to the cab driver give you an earful in the local language that always starts with "eeen madummmm yake.....". Then the ride. Can be harrowing the first few days. The cab driver will show you skills that make you feel stupid for ever thinking Fast and the Furious was, in fact, fast and furious. Any cab driver believes that fighting against time comes with the job description. And then, two days, later, you don't think twice about letting the cab driver be the owner of your life and limb for the entirety of the ride.
Honestly, listening to Vivaldi, while the human race is rushing past you in all its glory (bumpy roads, cows, jaywalking men,overflowing buses, the driver consequently shaking his fist while miraculously driving the whole time) is a thing of beauty.
And then the internet has me possessed like never, ever before! It is beginning to take a toll on my social life, and my reading. It's amazing, having been off it, to realise just HOW much of a change you can affect. From leaking cables to fixing your leaking pipes. Although I have my reservations about the lack of control this generation (dam, I feel old) has about keeping private things private. (I honestly don't want to know what you ate where you went and how your broken heart can never be fixed, OR the colour of your shoes today.)
But then again, changing with the times is inevitable I suppose. And discovering a new and awesome website gives you almost as much of a high as the afore mentioned cab ride does! Twitter?
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