I am currently working some strange hours and have been using a large, well known, London mini cab company to ferry me to and from work in the wee small hours of the morning. I have found them to be extremely reliable and the drivers to be professional on all of the occasions that I have used them myself, or called a taxi on behalf of visiting friends and family. My driver yesterday surpassed the usual friendliness I have come to expect from drivers of this company.
I have been feeling a bit under the weather and am suffering from a cough that comes on infrequently during the day but is a bit persistent when it does happen. The coughing fits happen when my throat is dry and drinking water stops them. On this occasion I left the house without bringing a bottle of water with me for the journey and found myself coughing violently at the back of the cab. The taxi driver asked if I wanted to be taken home as he didn't think I should be going to work in my state. When I told him that I would be fine in a bit when I get some water at my destination, which wasn't that far off, he jumped out of the car while we were stopped at the lights in front of Buckingham Palace, got a bottle of mineral water from his stash in the boot of the car, and passed it to me to drink. He then also passed me an unopened container of paracetamol after he had asked me if I had any and I said no I had forgotten to take some from home but was thinking of getting some a little bit later. He left me at work, saying he hoped I would feel better soon and get through the day alright.
I should have taken his registration number so I could thank him properly- a poor excuse is that I was too ill, sleepy, and surprised by his generosity to think properly at the time. Well, his gesture cheered me up and that probably lifted me out of the gloom of being ill and tired more than the paracetamol. London can be full of pleasant surprises.
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