Melbourne, Opinion, Writing

In a taxi

A ride in a taxi makes me think of going places. To the airport, or the city for a boozy dinner with friends.

It’s fun, full of anticipation and excitement.

I like to drive, but there’s something…fancy…about sitting in the backseat, being the only passenger while someone ferries me somewhere. I don’t have to talk if I don’t want to. I watch the movement of cars go by, trees waving in the breeze, and look forward to arriving at my destination.

It’s much better than catching a train or tram. Crowded bodies smashed together, people conducting personal conversations on their mobile phones (I will NEVER understand this…can’t your chat wait until you’re home? What makes you think I want to hear what Aunt Nancy did to your friend?), sweaty and smelly armpits, and prams, walking sticks, shopping bags, laptops to contend with. Not to mention the race for a seat.

It’s been a while since I’ve been somewhere in a taxi. It’s been too long since I did anything fancy. Perhaps I can rectify that one day soon.

Have a great day folks!


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