Monday, April 27, 2009
It's usually a dash for good life to cross as soon as I find a safe space between cars zipping past me. Most cars race along this bypass even though it is curved and going uphill . For the two year since I've been here, no one stopped to let me cross over from the bridge to the cemetery footpath. No one but this one cab driver about a month back.
I thought I was in pedestrain heaven, like all those peacefully resting people who used to live here and have past on (ie. the folks in the cemetery).
Sir, I salute you for your courtesy. And who says all cab drivers are impolite drivers? I think this one cab driver certainly should help erase the "one brush paints all cab drivers bad" mentality.
---Turnpike Trauma