I quietly switched of the meter and asked what route would she like me to take. „I know, but there is no rush, as I am on my way to a hospice. When we got into the cab, she told the address and asked: „Could you drive through downtown?” I told her, that it was not the shortest way.
„ I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated“. „Thank you for your kindness” – she said. So I took the lady‘s suitcase and helped her to walk to the cab. The door opened and I saw a small lady in her 80‘s, wearing a dress and a pillbox hat. I heard a weak voice of an elderly woman: „Just a minute“. Therefore I always went to the door and knocked. But I thought of passengers that might need my assistance.
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Many drivers would wait for a couple of minutes and drive away in such circumstances. When I arrived at the address, the building was dark, except a light in a ground floor window. One time I had to pick up a passenger in the middle of the night. Many years ago I worked as a taxi cab driver.