I took a cab today because, as usual, I was running late. Plus, it was raining.
The driver and I discussed the weather. How it was -67C somewhere in Russia, and how it was 43C somewhere in Australia. An earlier passenger, he said, had griped about how it once rained for seven straight days where he lived, while his sister’s hometown was in danger from drought.
Then he asked how late I was staying out and how I was getting home.
Can you blame me for blurting out, “Huh?”
He waggled one hand skywards. “This rain won’t stop anytime soon.”
“O-kaaay,” I said.
“I don’t know if you remember about the train disruptions this weekend? Nothing running eastbound from 10:30 tonight through to Sunday midnight.”
I had, indeed, forgotten about that.
“The buses will be packed – how you going to board? Better to leave earlier from wherever you are and get the train. You don’t want to be stuck in town without a ride. And remember about surge pricing in case you want to do Grab.”
Yes, I had a great evening. And, yes, I left in time to catch the last train safely home. Thanks to a kindly driver.