This is my story...

Sunday, May 07, 2006

You never fail to pass by me, pretending to be busy, with the light on your head switched off, driving off the street, without noticing the desperate boy.

You never fail to thrill me, for traveling more than the speed limit on narrow roads, for making a turn with a high speed, for the sudden halt in the middle of the junction.

You never fail to fetch me whenever I hoist, for the questions you ask are somewhat irrelevant, for the demands you requested are simply redundant.

You never fail to exceed the meter by going through big turnabouts, winding into some unknown place you claim faster.

You never fail to wait until the clock past 12, for the charge you collect will rise, for it will create a larger hole in my pocket, the fun I have after midnight was a costly one.

And of course, you never fail to stop in a hurry before me, without looking at your rear, without realising the beginner wants to clear the lane, without considering how so irritating it was to swirve around you, when the opposite lane is filled with trucks.

I thank you, my humble taxi drivers.

Rambled by kaSh at 2:28 pm