The Journal of Brian J. Leung

Today as I left work around 9pm or so, I hailed a cab to go home, seeing that it was raining and firm policy allows me to do this.  A minivan taxi comes speeding my way, I open the door, reminisce about the ol' Oldsmobile Silhouette, and hop in.  Before I could tell him my destination, the cabbie says to me, "33rd and 8th, right?"  As it turns out, this is his fourth time picking me up from this location, and he even commented, "wow, you're getting off early tonight, huh?"  Sure enough, he dropped me off right in front of my building.  He's a cool guy and I remember him from once before, so it all works out.  Still though, should I be pleasantly surprised, or slightly worried?

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