Chapter 7legacy—did I answer the call?
Are You Driving a Taxi?
My taxi driver snakes through traffic effortlessly. He cuts down sidestreets and through alleyways, missing one tie-up after another. At this rate, I’ll be in my hotel room half an hour early and snug in bed that much sooner than I expected. I marvel at my driver’s ability to avoid delays and keep moving forward.
“How long have you been driving?” I ask, appreciating his expertise.
“‘Bout nine hours,” he cracks. “Still got three more hours before I cash out.”
“No, seriously. You’re quite a driver. I was wondering how long it’s taken you to learn all these shortcuts.”
He chuckles and makes a sharp right to avoid a truck unloading down the street. “Ten years. Right after I got laid ...