Because people seemed to enjoy the last one, here’s another fun taxi story.
I was heading home late, it was cold, and the subway can make for a long walk, so I decided to catch a cab. I still get a little nervous doing it; navigating through the neighborhood can be difficult, depending on where I’m coming from. Sometimes it’ll involve u-turns, going through random alleys, sharp rights and lefts, going around buildings and parking lots and other things I frequently forget the names of. And this means I have to do a lot of talking.
“Please take the first right.”
The taxi driver glanced in the rearview mirror. “Oh… where are you from?” Foiled by my speech again. I paused. Maybe it was the kimchi at dinner, maybe it was the Cass we had afterwards, but at that moment, I wasn’t feeling particularly Chinese.