I recently noticed that whenever I ride in a taxi cab, the driver spends almost the entire duration of the ride on his cell phone. I know you think I must be exaggerating about this: "Oh, surely not EVERY TIME, Kat."
YES I TELL YOU. EVERY SINGLE TIME!
It's not that I really have a problem with this. I'm not questioning their right to talk on the phone while they dangerously navigate my way home, even if it IS against the law to talk and drive in Toronto (hands-free is ok).
The thing that bothers me (or more accurately, my fragile ego), is that they seem a lot more popular than me, which stings a little because I don't smell like B.O. and have mustard stains all over the front of my shirt. I have no idea what these guys are talking about, because it's always in a language I don't understand. Who are they talking to? It's not their Dispatcher, because they have a separate radio for that. But they are usually very animated, and they take call after call like it's a freaking telethon or something. I mean, I'm a bit of a social butterfly, and I'm lucky if I average 3 calls a day, and one of those is usually someone looking for money.
I like to imagine these guys are "planning something big" - a massive Taxi Revolution that will bring chaos and excitement to my city. It's easier than entertaining the disturbing thought that my so-called-social-life is exponentially more boring than that of a guy who spends 12 hours a day behind the wheel of a car.