You remember you are in a developing country whenever you are in a hurry. Like today. I had 90 minutes between class and my train. Except when class finished, I only had 50. Relational schedule. And after fighting rush hour traffic (lunch) home, I had 40. Still, I had 20 left when I was standing on the street corner, waiting for a taxi. And waiting.
No taxi wanted to stop then. Taxi after taxi had people, or places. I was ready to give up when I tagged an empty. I threw my bag in the back and we headed off.
And then we stopped. Two girls wanted rides. I had to throw my bag in the back so they had space. Then he went out of the way to drop them off. I don't know urgent in Arabic, and I don't think the driver did either. ( I do actually. I'm just not rude).
We arrived five minutes late and five ds high on the meter. And he asked for a tip.
Sometimes this country still gets ya.
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