Why "Rabbit Stories"? When I was 4 years old, I apparently (so say my parents) saw a rabbit in the field beside our house. By the afternoon it was 10 rabbits, by the evening it was 100. From that day forward when I told exagerated stories (something I have been known to do) my parents would question the validity of my tale by asking if this was just another "rabbit story"?!
Monday, October 30, 2006
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Taxi!

That said, the past 1/2 dozen rides I have had lately - due to inclement weather, I have endured one sided monologues (often in foreign languages)as my drivers speak on their cel phones. I was surprised at first but now have come to expect it. BUT when I recently hoped in with a boyfriend, I was surprised that my driver asked his permission! What was this? How considerate I thought until we left and I commented on the exchange. It turned out that this was in fact a normal occurrence for my male companion - something I had NEVER experienced when traveling alone.
Do the Taxi Drivers in Vancouver not respect women? Is the question of the week!
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