The Eight O’Clock Cab
It is fifteen past eight. One look at the clock and I know I am late. I am going to miss it today for sure. In a flicker of seconds, I send the mail I am supposed to, lock my workstation, switch off the monitor and pick my bag up. I rush through the doors of the bays to reach the lift area, press the lift buttons and wait for it to come. Sometimes it may just take a minute but it will seem to be taking hours. As soon as the lift stops, I just get inside, smile at the people I know and press zero for ground floor. The lift opens and I just rush through the doors out to check if it has left. And just one glance of it brings back a smile on your face. You are relieved to find it still there. I am talking about this incredible eight o’clock cab which usually leaves daily from my office to drop people home. The scheduled time for this cab is eight o’clock but it leaves by fifteen past eight usually, unless the driver is in a real bad mood and decides to leave most of us behind. So if it i