Dear Mr. Taxi Driver,
I have been paying you with a fair fare plus an extra tip-- though I may not know the reason why I am giving the tip to you *probably hypnosis*-- and I always nod whenever you suggest a different route to take to avoid the traffic-- though I know that it is only one of your thousand ways to rip me off. I have been a good passenger and I even sit at the front seat beside you because I believe that if I sit at the back seat, it would make you look like a serf and I, the queen. I don't fasten my seatbelt though-- that, I humbly tell.
I am watching the news today and I was sad to find out about a taxi driver who went straight to the railways without even looking for a sign and ignoring the blasting horns from an incoming train. The passengers died. They were orphans who had just gotten their papers to go to the States for their adoption. Unfortunately, their foster parents could no longer see them. Yesterday, I almost had an accident with a sleepy taxi driver *memo to myself: make sure the driver is wide awake enough to tell me the exact value of pi*. It was scary. He was driving like that from Need For Speed when the car infront of us stopped suddenly so he had to swerve left missing an incoming truck from the back. Luckily, the truck had good breaks. We almost had it.
I never uttered a prayer that minute. My mind was blank during that time. Still, i thanked God because He still managed to think about me and about the life I still have to lead. You should take Him as well, sir.
You always put our lives and our wallets at risk. I wish every turbo you revved in while driving would make the flagdown rate go down to 50%.
Still in panic,
Lee
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