Recently, my car blew a head gasket. Therefore, I had to become dependent on the local cab companies for transportation.
I had plans to go to a funeral for a friend of the family. First, I needed to go to Wal-Mart for a few items for the house.
I called the cab company. I waited for about 20 minutes before they showed up. When they arrived, they did so in an unmarked gray Hyundai. When I opened the rear passenger door, it had stains on the back seat, the floor had not been vacuumed, and it smelled like a wet dog.
I asked the driver why the car had no signs on it. She said that recently cab drivers had been robbed and they didn't want to be identified as cabs.
I then proceeded to ask them about the ungodly stench of the vehicle. She said that sometimes that a lot of their passengers don't shower, hence the smell. I didn't believe them because the driver themselves did not look sanitary.
I talked about them until I reached my destination. I was just that upset.
When I tried to call them back, they did not answer. So I was forced to walk home, in my suit, in the rain.
I ended up missing the funeral.
The moral of this story is this:
Whenever you are at the mercy of needing a ride from someone, sometimes it is best that you suffer through your discomfort in silence.
If not, you might end up stranded and forced to hoof it in an inclement weather situation.
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