The last two weeks have been exhaustive. Work has been so hectic and surprisingly busy for this time of year. When working with deadlines I have no problem putting in extra hours. It's the commute home that I dread. Public transportation bites, especially in the Winter months. On a good day, it takes me 1.5 hours to get from point A to point B.
Cue the taxi. I have been known to splurge on a taxi every now and again. Well, mostly Friday mornings. Last week though, I spent a ridiculous amount of money taking cabs.
Thursday night rolled around after yet more over time and once I arrived at the bus terminal, I had at least another 20 minutes or so to wait. Then I had to factor in the 25 minute bus ride home. I made a bee-line to the parking lot. Yup, I took a taxi. Again. I did a quick mental calculation as to how much I had spent in cabs thus far and the amount made me cringe.
Half way home, the driver announced that he had forgotten to turn on the meter. I'm not proud of it, but my initial thought was...SWEET! Then I looked at my driver. He was a humble, older man. He didn't make a big fuss about his error. He didn't curse or have a bad attitude at all over it. I felt like a schmuck for taking pleasure in the loss of his means of supporting himself.
When I arrived home, he pulled the car over and announced the reduced fare. I handed him $20 and told him to keep the change. He was very gracious and thanked me, saying that my gesture was kind. I walked up the stairs feeling pretty plucky; I had done something nice for a complete stranger. I practically pulled a muscle patting myself on the back.
Come Friday morning and my buss pass is nowhere to be found. If I turned my purse inside out once, I did it a dozen times looking for it. I must have lost it getting in or out of the cab. Since I had no change for the bus I had to.....call another cab.
I was so pissed at myself. A little voice in my head said "Well, big spender, way to go. You just haaaaaad to play Florence Nightingale last night and throw away the last $20 in your wallet, didn't you. How's that working out for you this morning?"
As I handed over my credit card to the driver, I resigned myself to the fact that I was going to have to buy another pass. Oh well, c'est la vie. No use in crying over spilled milk. Easy come, easy go...you get the picture, right? I walked over to the ATM, resigned to my fate. A little voice in my head asked if I would still have handed the driver the whole $20 had I known I would have lost my pass. My answer was "Yeah I guess so. He's an older man and it must suck at his age to still have to be working. I wouldn't want him to be out of pocket." I reached into my bag and pulled out....my bus pass.
I've heard it said that God has a sense of humor. I think it was His was of reminding me of my mantra - do the right thing, even when nobody is looking. That being said, there was no reason for me to feel so good about myself for that small act of fairness to the cab driver. It should be a natural thing, every day, no reward or recognition required.
Hi! I'm Chris, an empty nester living in Montreal and making the most of this stage in my life. I love cooking for friends and family, DIY projects, decorating and writing.