I am terrified of cab drivers. In Yellowknife, we seem to have a higher than average amount of cab drivers. Yellowknife is the center of health and social services for the whole NWT, so a lot of people come here for just a few days. As a result, the taxi business is booming in Yellowknife.
Normally I don't pay give them much thought. But around here, where it gets dark so early these days, they almost seem to be lurking in the night shadows. Last night as I was leaving the college, I was crossing the street to the parking lot, and because my mom taught me to look both ways before I cross the street, I did. Nothing coming. But two steps into my journey a little, white taxi comes out of nowhere and nearly runs me over. GEEZ.
And today at lunch time two of my students told me that they saw this elderly woman get struck down in a crosswalk by a taxi. She drives this big adult-sized tricycle with a basket on the front for her parcels. So sad, but how on earth could you miss the woman?
And then there is the story a friend told me once about taking a taxi home from a night out on the town, and he pulled over and tried getting frisky with her. How creepy is that? Maybe there are some normal, upstanding, non-greasy cab drivers out there. I just haven't met one yet.
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