Thursday, March 12, 2009
Sometimes I feel foolhardy when I walk along the road that leads to most of the places where I need to go. It is a dangerous road. People drive fast, and taxis (which comprise about half of the vehicles) stop, start up, and veer on and off the road with seemingly little regard for the rest of us. A few years ago Paul sent an employee to driver’s school. The first class was taken up with registering and paying the $50.00 fee. At the second class, the “teacher” passed out driver’s licenses and told everyone goodbye. Our employee tried to protest, saying that he hadn’t learned to drive yet. The teacher said, “You’ve got a license: why should you complain?” That explains a lot.