Taxi to work
Due to a well baby check-up, I came to work late. While waiting for my second bus, there were three guys who were bemoaning the lateness of the bus. One asked me if I would be interested in splitting a taxi. I thought it was a good idea and joined them.
Guess who didn’t get the front seat? Somehow I thought being the only woman (and being dressed in somewhat religious garb) would get me the front seat. At least I got the side and not the middle.
And then, the organizer of this ride sat in the front and spent all his time turned around talking to his friend.
