All I want is a Pepsi
Right now, my life is just 20 minutes more than I can handle. Given my life is just a wee bit chaotic this week, I just need 20 minutes to keep all the parts moving smoothly. If you could add another 20 minutes to my day, that would be great. Last night, I needed another 20 minutes to get out of here on time. And then this morning, I needed another 20 minutes to get out of the house to make it to work on time.
But my chaotic life is nothing compared to my neighbor.
As I'm leaving the house this morning, 20 minutes late (and on 3 hours of sleep), hair wet, no lunch, grinning from ear to ear, I see something curious: my neighbor standing in the middle of the street screaming at a taxi about 30 feet in front of her.
Now, if you're not familiar with my street, this might not sound too odd to you, but let me give you a little background.
I live on a quiet cul-de-sac in a super cute neighborhood. My street can be difficult to find and the houses aren't well numbered. Pretty much anytime you call a cab, they make it quickly but dispatch always calls when the taxi is approaching 'cause they're not sure what house is yours. After the call, you step outside, wave at the taxi and then run back in to get your bags. Its a good system and its worked for my family for years. But, I don't think my neighbor got the memo. And, if I had to guess, she's a stay at home mom (which I admire, I just make the point 'cause I don't think she uses taxis much).
She's standing in the middle of the street with her bag screeching at the top of her lungs at the taxi. I'm sort of doubting that's what the other neighbors wanted to hear at 8:30am.
"TAAAAAAAAAAXI!!"
"TAXI MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!"
"WHERE ARE YOU GOOOOOOOOOOOING?!?!"
Now, keep in mind the Taxi isn't going anywhere. He's sitting at the top of the street, facing away from her, calling dispatch to figure out which house is hers. I'd even bet money her phone was ringing but she was so busy screeching, that she didn't hear it ring.
After about 20 seconds of screeching, the taxi turned around and picked her up. I drove past the taxi on my way out of the cul-de-sac.
He didn't look happy.
But my chaotic life is nothing compared to my neighbor.
As I'm leaving the house this morning, 20 minutes late (and on 3 hours of sleep), hair wet, no lunch, grinning from ear to ear, I see something curious: my neighbor standing in the middle of the street screaming at a taxi about 30 feet in front of her.
Now, if you're not familiar with my street, this might not sound too odd to you, but let me give you a little background.
I live on a quiet cul-de-sac in a super cute neighborhood. My street can be difficult to find and the houses aren't well numbered. Pretty much anytime you call a cab, they make it quickly but dispatch always calls when the taxi is approaching 'cause they're not sure what house is yours. After the call, you step outside, wave at the taxi and then run back in to get your bags. Its a good system and its worked for my family for years. But, I don't think my neighbor got the memo. And, if I had to guess, she's a stay at home mom (which I admire, I just make the point 'cause I don't think she uses taxis much).
She's standing in the middle of the street with her bag screeching at the top of her lungs at the taxi. I'm sort of doubting that's what the other neighbors wanted to hear at 8:30am.
"TAAAAAAAAAAXI!!"
"TAXI MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!"
"WHERE ARE YOU GOOOOOOOOOOOING?!?!"
Now, keep in mind the Taxi isn't going anywhere. He's sitting at the top of the street, facing away from her, calling dispatch to figure out which house is hers. I'd even bet money her phone was ringing but she was so busy screeching, that she didn't hear it ring.
After about 20 seconds of screeching, the taxi turned around and picked her up. I drove past the taxi on my way out of the cul-de-sac.
He didn't look happy.
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9:33 AM
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