Last month I take a taxi. As we start to drive I notice the driver is looking for something. As the trip continues he opens the glove compartment closes the glove compartment. Then he starts sorting through papers on the seat next to him. He turns on the light. Plays with the clock. Does everything but look at the road.
I tell my daughter to make sure she’s buckled up while I hold on for dear life.
Finally I say something.
“This is making me extremely nervous” I say.
He doesn’t pay attention.
“Excuse me” I say a little out of character “could you possibly wait until we get to a red light to do all of this?”
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