A Taxi Driver I overslept today, so I decided to take a taxi to make my lateness a little bit less explicit. I managed to catch a cab in a minute (it's very unusual to me to be able to literally hail a cab without using Uber and other mobile applications, so I really like it). However, the taxi driver had no idea about where the street I wanted to get to could possible be. So I opened a map application and gave my smartphone to him. The subsequent events made me want to leave the car and have a fifteen kilometers walk. Firstly, the driver pulled a pair of glasses out the glove box. Then he put them on and zoomed in a map to the maximum. And finally, he got the phone so close to his nose that it made me doubt that he actually saw anything - I used to think that no human being can possibly focus their gaze at that distance. But then he said “Alright”, took the glasses off, gave me my phone back and started driving. Usually, I'm very relaxed sitting in the back seat - I read, I listen to music, I phone and text - but this time I fell silent. I couldn't stop keeping my eyes on the road, and when we finally arrived, I felt absolutely exhausted. I forgot to take the change (and the cabby 'forgot' to give it to me), and I left my breakfast bag on the seat. Of course, I unfroze in a few minutes after I got out of the car and laughted at the whole situation, but I still don't understand why I didn't refuse to ride with this cabby in the first place. Сome to think of it, maybe I was wrong complaining about the local driving culture (I have to summon up all my courage and hope for the best every time I cross a street at a pedestrian crossing). Maybe all these drivers simply don't see me because of their farsightedness! That's an interesting thought, really.