The view from the cab
Many moons ago, the back seat in a London Taxi used to be covered in a black shiny vinyl that became more and more polished as more people rode in that cab and, this was long before seat-belts were fitted. When I first started to drive a cab, I hired one that had such a bench seat. One day there was an elderly, slight lady sitting in the back when I turned right into a corner. I watched her slide bolt upright, expressionless, from the nearside to the offside in the rear-view mirror. She never passed a comment, although I expected one, and all I could imagine was that she had become accustomed to this excitement.
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