For a chicken like me it’s not easy to deal with taxi drivers–-usually young--who chat on their cell phones while driving with one hand, obviously not totally focused on getting me to my destination as fast and safely as possible. They mostly converse in languages like Creole, Farsi, different versions of Arabic, Ethiopian, Urdu, or some others I don’t recognize. They don’t do it through the taxi radio, and judging from their chuckles, or irritated retorts, or honey-dipped purrs, it’s unlikely that they are giving or getting information from taxi headquarters. Isn’t depriving me of my safety more serious than depriving them of their chats? Yes, I think, but I haven’t had the backbone to say anything.
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