Am I Glad I Stepped Into That Taxi

I was just about to cook dinner when I found no chicken, the main ingredient I needed. This was not making my day any better, from my pants ripping to not getting the promotion at work and now this. Great. I had to get something from the store, I hadn’t went grocery shopping in a few weeks. I also didn’t have a car either, so I would have to get a taxi. After waiting about a half hour in the rain, the taxi finally came. I quickly jumped in. “Where can I take you on this lovely night, sir?” the driver asked.

 

“It’s not so lovely, but the nearest grocery store.” He began to drive.

 

“Why would you say it’s not a lovely night?”

 

“For one, it’s pouring out and I had to stand out there.”

 

“The rain can be quite nice sometimes.”

 

“How so?”

 

“Well when it rains like this, which isn’t heavy rain, it’s fun to be in.”

 

“I’ve never thought of the rain as fun before.”

 

“That’s because you’ve never made it fun before.” I thought about it and I never did like the rain simply because it got everything wet. I used to like it when I was younger but now it’s just something that I don’t like. We continued the drive and I realized that we weren’t going to the nearest store.

 

“Are you sure you’re going in the right direction?” I asked.

 

“Yes, I am taking you where you need to go.” I went back to staring out the window and I remembered the old tale that circulated around New York. It was an urban legend about a taxi cab that doesn’t take you to where you want to go, but where you need to go. Heck, maybe I was in it right now. I wish. “If you don’t mind me asking, but what was it that you needed at this time of night?”

 

“I was just about to cook dinner and I realized I didn’t have any chicken left. It was actually really stupid on my fault. I hadn’t been grocery shopping in almost a month, so I didn’t have anything.”

 

“I see. Was there more to this day that’s made it not good?”

 

“That’s a whole other story. Besides, I don’t think you want to listen to me complain.”

 

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to.” I looked at the driver and at the same time he looked at me through the mirror. I had never dealt with anyone who wanted to listen to my first world problems, but I actually kind of liked it.

 

“Well, this morning while I was getting ready, I bent down a little too fast and ended up ripping them in the classic place you see in the movies.” The driver began to laugh, which irritated me and he noticed.

 

“I’m very sorry for laughing, sir. But you have to admit that that is funny.” I rolled my eyes.

 

“I guess, but then I was running late and missed the first bus so that lead me to being late for work. Luckily no one noticed. And then I didn’t get my promotion I wanted at work. I did everything I did to get it and nothing.”

 

“Everything will be alright in the end. Trust me, I’ve had many experiences before where I was in the same situation as you, but that led me to this.”

 

“A taxi driver?” I asked confused as to why being one would be so great. He began to laugh again.

 

“I know, I know. Right now it seems a little strange, but you’ll see why soon.” I was even more confused now. I didn’t even realize, but an hour had already passed and we were still driving.

 

“What? How are we still driving? The traffic isn’t even that bad. Where are you taking me?” I demanded.

 

“Like I said before, I’m taking you where you need to go.” Need to go? That sounded so familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Then it popped in my head, the taxi cab that doesn’t take you where you want to go, but where you need to go.

 

“Whoa, whao. Hold on a second,  you’re taking me where I need to go?”

 

“Yes, that’s why you stepped in here.”

 

“Are we talking about the same thing?” I asked while looking at him through the mirror.

 

“Are we?” That’s when he smiled and pulled over. I looked out and saw a small blue house with the porch light on. I remembered seeing this house, it was Olivia’s. She and I used to date about a year ago. She was the only girl who I really loved before.

 

“Olivia’s house,” I quietly said.

 

“Yes, she’s waiting in there for you.”

 

“Waiting for me? Why would she ever want to see me after what I did?” We were getting really close and one night I left while she was sleeping because I didn’t think I would be good enough for her once we become more serious. I sent her a letter the next day telling her. She’d called me and left so many messages, but I was too afraid.

 

“Travis, you were only afraid and she knows that. She’s only been wishing that one day you would return to her.” Suddenly my stomach turned into butterflies. “You can do this, I know you can. Hey, remember when you thought I liked my life now because I’m a taxi driver? This is why. Everyday I take someone new to their future destiny where they fulfill their life to the fullest. Travis, promise me one thing though.”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Promise me that you’ll work at this.”

 

“I promise.” He smiled.

 

“It was nice to finally meet you.”

 

“You too. What’s your name?” I couldn’t believe I didn’t ask him that this entire time.

 

“Quinn.”

 

“Thank you, Quinn. Oh, how much is it?”

 

“The promise. Just stick to it and you’ll have paid me.” We smiled at each other and shook hands. After I Quinn left, I gulped in anticipation and went straight for it. I rung the bell and each second felt like a minute pounding in my head. The door opened, it was her.

 

“Travis?” her voice was as sweet as I remembered.

 

“Yes. Olivia, I’ve missed you.” The words just came out of nowhere.
“I’ve missed you too! Why don’t you come in so we can talk. There’s so much I want to tell you.” And at that moment I knew I was never ever going to break that promise. Great things do come in strange ways. Am I glad I stepped into that taxi.

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