Taxi Fun

"Look, Mom!  A TAXI!"

Taxi

Yup, we've seen people pile it in here.  My most memorable taxi ride was more than 5 years ago, along a deserted drive.  It was supposed to take 45 minutes, but we took 2 1/2 hours, as the car went slower and slower up the hills.  Every few minutes, the driver would get out, open the hood, knock on a couple of parts, close the lid, and we'd continue, even slower than before, if that were possible.  Loaded to an equal height above the roof, inside we had 12 people (in a small 5-seater compact car).  I got shotgun, along with someone to the left of the driver, someone to the right of the driver, myself with Ruth and a diaper bag on my lap, and someone else on my right, next to the door.  It was one of those drives where I was praying every minute, "God, please help my legs endure sitting in this position!"  and gleefully thinking what a great story this would be.

It cracks me up that this is what my daughter thinks a taxi is.  Because it is.  And it isn't, depending on where you are.