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I have fond memories of sitting drunk on a driveway waiting for the promised cab for hours. Because if they drive up and didn’t see you, they were gone.
When you call a cab it was often a game of 'will the can actually show up?"
Ah yes, I too remember the good old days of stumbling home drunk in the dark because my cab never came.
I have fond memories of sitting drunk on a driveway waiting for the promised cab for hours. Because if they drive up and didn’t see you, they were gone.
Don’t forget they take you the long way and go slow