Getting home at this time on a Saturday here is better with a shared Cab, because private taxi's cost more
so I booked myself a Shared cab from the theater to my drop off point, my shared cab reached my pick up point, luckily I was the only one who had booked first and so I boarded the front seat.The driver asked for my OTP and I just showed him my phone as i was so lazy to talk, after that I got out my headphone and began to listen to
Mozart: Overture - 'Don Giovanni' on repeat.
If my calculations are right it's a 8km journey to my destination and half way through the driver gets a new booking, shortly after that the driver gets a call from the new booking asking him to pick him up from underneath the bridge. As soon as we reached the pick-up point,
we spotted a man his 30s with a small tool set waiting under the bridge, he boarded the back seat and provided his OTP and within a fraction of a sec one more booking was added to the list.
On looking at the pickup point for the new booking the driver was furious as the next pick up was far behind our current route, the driver grumbled more has his phone started to mis-function.
Eventually the driver through a phone call was able to get to next pick up location and it was a man in his 60s, he reeked of alcohol and sex as the old man boarded the cab he aggressively told his OTP. As soon we traveled further the old man started to sing drunkenly out loud, the driver was scared to calm him down, neither was the passenger next to him at the back because we all knew him.
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Council of the Sane
General FictionStory of 3 Passengers and A Driver in a Shared cab