This morning I took a cab to the hospital. The door was broken and had to be pulled open by a makeshift cord arrangement. The seatbelt was ripped, all the seats in the cab but one were missing, the driver had no idea where he was going, and had a TV, super grubby pillow and duvet, and a few days worth of food in the front seat. It smelled like dirty hair. I practically live in the cab! The driver said. Nice try, I thought, but its pretty obvious you DO live in your cab. Oh, Detroit.
Posted on: Mon, 21 Apr 2014 19:06:06 +0000
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