My Cab My Rules

I wonder what it feels like to drive a cab.

To have glimpses of intimacies of hundreds over time, always wondering how the story went.

To have pungent scents defile your car in which your forced to reside for hours on end.

Consistently listening to radio stations you dislike, in service of clients, controlling your emotions and temperements beyond your elastic limit.

I would have a My Cab My Rules Cab.
If you don’t like it, buy your own car.

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