A story for the blog

This is the story: I finally have a job and I absolutely love it. Getting to work on the other hand is not the most amazing experience everyday. But I've tried to find the entertaining side of taking public transport.

For some reason, on those unfortunate days when I have to take the front seat of the taxi, the driver feels a pressing need to a) make conversation with me and b) nudge me when they get to the punchline. I'm not a morning person and so when you're hoping to engage me in conversation or make me laugh, please understand this: I'd rather be asleep, I will politely laugh at the moments that I assume are the funny moments, I may ask a question related to keywords that I've picked up from what you're saying but really dude, I'm not interested. Afternoons are much the same except one taxi driver took it upon himself to solve my problem of singleness. This story I must tell: