This evening, when I left work I called a cab to take me home. After we dropped off a colleague of mine at a gas station, the cab entered an intersection where a white Dacia with license plates going like BT-0x- (no joke here, that’s all I can remember) was speeding although it ran a Stop sign. The bad thing was that the “Dacian” almost hit the car I was in, exactly on the left side, where I was (I’m talking millimeters).
On top of that, the cab driver did something like that and followed the “Dacian” swearing continuously and yelling in his radio thingie to the other cab drivers about the incident. I was still shocked about what happened and I didn’t realize that the detour was costing me about double. Then, I got upset. The cab driver lost the Dacia and finally took me home (still swearing, of course), and the (only) good part is that I paid the right price. The driver ripped the receipt and halved the price (you guessed it, still swearing).
As I was leaving the car, he was still swearing and telling me “the guys are gonna take care of that one”.
When I entered my room, I remembered this incident, from last year. Back then, If I hadn’t forgotten my wallet at home, I would of been on that tram.
Livin’ on the edge..
Quite..
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