I usually come back late from work. Routes from the platform are no longer running, which makes it possible to make a small job with a narrow company of taxi drivers standing at the station. I know them all in the face, just as they know me. And my standard route is also remembered. I sat in the front seat as usual. He heard from the driver the standard "as usual?", cried in response and listened to a little story. Actually I share it.
He drove one man every day on the standard route. One day, he sees him accompanied by his wife and daughter. The man sits next to the driver. The rest are behind. Ask him by inertia:
As usual?
In the eyes of the wife, surprise and wild curiosity:
So... and as usual???? to
The man became red, greener, stood forward, did not shake. A bunch of thoughts, a sea of hypotheses, but all of them with the only outcome – put. Maybe the destination is not that. Maybe to send. It is possible to use this type of transport. Family is a dark affair, little studied by science. The unfortunate taxi driver, unwittingly found himself in the epicenter of the crash:
You sat down without saying a word. I have to say something, right? How do you hint that it would be good to name the destination?
The normal color is returned. In my wife’s eyes is a smile. has passed. The life continues.