I wake up to the pulsing sound of talk radio blaring from the alarm. I push sleep, pleading with myself 5 more minutes. I concede. Showered and dress, I make the coffee and head out just in time to see my taxi driver crash into the snow bank outside my home. It’s Sunday, with no car and buses not running until after 8am, I must find a ride or take a taxi to work in the doldrums of winter. The taxi driver is not the first car I have helped push out of the snow bank. There is something about my alley’s driveway and the slippery slope of the road that promotes driver’s missing the turn completely, inevitably getting stuck in the snow.
I only get $1.00 off my ride for my services.