THE CAB RIDE

Reflecting on the introspective kinds of posts, not only Virily but in general. Every popular, site, usually bursting at the seams with Cardasianist rhetoric and the fickle whims of cinematic and sport idols alike, are suddenly parting with actually important examples of what life is really about one such, example comes along with a human core, it’s called the last cab ride and was written by a South-African taxi driver.

He writes, “I arrived at an address and honk the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again since this was going to be the last ride of my shift, for a moment, I thought about just driving away but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked “Just a minute please,” answered a frail elderly voice I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause the door slowly opened, a small woman in her 90s stood before me she was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it like someone out of a 1940s movie, by her side was a small nylon suitcase.

 I glanced at the interior of the apartment, it looked as if no one had lived in it for years all the furniture was covered with sheets there were no clocks on the walls and knickknacks or utensils on the tabletops and counters. In the corner was an open cardboard box filled with photos and glassware: “Would you carry my bag up to the car ?”  she asked I took the suitcase from her and carried it to my cab then returned to assist the woman. 

She took my arm and we walked slowly towards the curb she kept thanking me all the way there for my kindness. “It’s nothing,” I told her, “I just try to treat my elderly passengers the way I’d want my mother to be treated”. I replied. “Oh you’re such a good boy,” she said. When we got into the cab she gave me an address and then asked, “Could you drive through downtown?”  “It’s not the shortest way,” I answered quickly…

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