The Cab Ride

After a rather slapdash morning which I may tell you about in full some other time I finally caught a cab to the client’s premises. It was a harrowing 45 minutes ride along tiny one lane roads with hedges on each side.

That gave me plenty of time to chat with the cab driver. He was an Englishman and had a running string of complaints very much along the lines of the complaints you might hear in the U. S., substituting Eastern Europeans and Asians for the low wage workers that are showing up here from other countries.

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