Taxi fun

Last Tuesday night we had another fun taxi experience. This time is wasn’t because it was difficult to get a taxi, although it was. We did finally get a taxi. We told the driver where we wanted to go. He said he was new and asked if we knew how to get there. He asked us where we were from. We told him United States of America. He grinned very big and said “US Amrika?!” We said, yes. He was apparently really pleased and kept grinning and laughing. Paul asked him where he was from. He told us Pakistan. He said – “President Bush…good…no good?” You probably know what our answer to that was. He told us Benazir Bhutto was good. He asked all kinds of other questions — was our whole family here? was I Paul’s wife? did we have children? would Barack Obama be a good president? etc.

We could tell he was a new taxi driver because he hadn’t learned the bad habits, yet. He only honked at another driver once. He was cautious and polite when changing lanes. He didn’t tailgate the car in front of him. He’ll learn eventually.

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