May 6, 2007
I’m in lovely Huntsville, AL. I arrived at the airport this afternoon and caught a taxi back to the hotel.
It’s kind of an unwritten rule that you don’t have to wear your seatbelt in a taxi. The driver wasn’t. I wasn’t. Taxis just seem like strong, impenetrable tanks with force fields around them. If you’re paying for the drive, it must, somehow, be safer.
At least that is what I thought until this: The driver took out his cell phone and started looking for a phone number that was programmed in there, somewhere. He couldn’t seem to find it. He then proceeded to lean waaaay over to the glove compartment to retrieve a magnifying glass. A magnifying glass! This is when I noticed that he already had ridiculously thick eyeglasses on. The ridiculously thick part is the part that it took me a while to see.
Then, speeding down the highway toward my hotel, he started examining his cell-phone contacts list with the magnifying glass! One hand on the phone. One hand on the magnifying glass. Eyes searching the list. Hello? HELLO?!
I arrived safely at my hotel. Whew!
May 7, 2007 at 4:12 am
Let’s face it; when we’re driving, realistically, the stupid steering wheel is just in our way.
Ian