Word of the Week #177:
There are certain things that I just don’t like, and when someone asks me why, I don’t always have a great answer.
And not just things… It can be people, places, songs, and really anything in the world. I might just not like them, and I could never even begin to tell you why.
On the other hand, there are times when I can literally make lists of reasons detailing why I dislike something.
This is one of those times.
I do not like the city of Pune, and I do have a list of reasons for my dislike.
No, I am not going to list all of them. Nobody has the time for that. Instead, I am going to talk about one reason why I dislike this city:
This city has the most obnoxious auto drivers ever.
Ask one if they would take you where you want to go. What do they say?
“*Ugh! Who the hell are you, asking me to work while I’m at my place of work?*”
Right. Exactly the response I wanted as I stepped onto this dusty, dirty street.
“Nah…”
That’s it. Nothing else. Take from it what you will.
“No, that’s not one my way.”
Wait, what? Did I accidentally walk into a particularly teeny-tiny bus? Or did you think I was asking for a lift?
“The meter is broken.”
Of course, it is.
“I’ll charge twice as much as the fair price.”
Sure, why not? I do look like a desperate sucker, right?
It’s no wonder these guys are outraged at cab-hailing services.
“People taking the jobs we refuse to take at the fair price that we refuse to offer and provide a service better than we could ever contemplate? Why, that’s unconscionable. This is a personal attack!”
Of course, it is.
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