I hate taxi drivers. Not all, but many. Let me tell you a few reasons why:
1. "I don't know the famous place you just asked me to go so I won't go there."
2. "I know my taxi light says I'm open for passengers and I'm just sitting in my cab on the side of a main road doing nothing but I'm on break so I can't take you anywhere."
3. "I'll just take this customer in circles and charge twice as much while making her late."
4. "Wow your Korean is really great. Let me speak to you in broken English the whole time about my limited experiences with other foreigners."
If you've got more, add them below in the comments!
On March 26, 2009, I left my life in America and moved to South Korea. I put my worldly possessions into two suitcases and a backpack and got on a plane. On December 8, 2012, I returned not to my hometown of Detroit, but to Silicon Valley, California, where I married an Indian engineer. In 2020, I divorced and moved to southern California. In this blog are my successes, failures, and observations of life in different cultures.
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