All too often, riding in a cab is like visiting with a crazy uncle – you’re trapped in a small space with someone who insists on espousing insane and sometimes offensive opinions as though they were fact. And you just have to listen politely, and sometimes even smile and laugh weakly, until it’s over.
The only difference is that you don’t have to pay your crazy uncle.
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