So Wednesday night is shopping night.
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Exhausted from the exertions of the day and the drama of Asda people (who are not dissimilar to the people of Walmart)
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I hauled bags and myself into the first cab I saw.
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There was something of a dawning realisation that this is not the normal South Manchester cab company.
Clearly bored with Rossendale this driver was prowling for customers far from home.
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He must have been using the Haslingden Halo for guidance…
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Because he clearly had no idea where he was.
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But equally he wasn’t worried
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but that was because he was determined to ask me whether to turn left or right at every single intersection
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Beyond this we did have a conversation - the conclusion - it is cold tonight
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And it was his first day on the job
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In between he managed a bit of multi-tasking - primarily with numerous mobile phones
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but I did make it back home…
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That was a lesson learned - I’m just not sure what the lesson was. But somewhere, right now, a taxi driver from Rossendale is utterly lost in South Manchester.