Vienna, Austria is a beautiful city, easy to get around by walking, taking the "hop on and off" buses and relatively inexpensive by taxi.
Will and I were in Vienna on vacation and missed the last hop on bus back to our hotel, so we had to find a taxi. I spotted one and headed in the taxi’s direction.
“Are you available for hire? said Will. We would like to go to the Hilton Hotel."
“Of course,” said a voice sounding more like those in the Bahamas.
The back doors opened, Will and I got in. I said, “Do you know how to get to the Hilton Hotel?”
“Madam, I’m a taxi driver. Of course I know how to get to the Hilton Hotel,” he said.
“Well I’m a mother and I don’t cook,” I said, as he pulled into traffic.
“How does your family get along without your cooking?” he asked.
“My husband likes Taco Bell and McDonald’s, and he knows how to open a can of soup,” I replied. I was not eager to explain that I tended to set things on fire in the kitchen.
“My wife likes for me to cook, and when I’m not driving a taxi, I will cook,” he said.
“That’s nice. I wish my husband would cook more on the grill,” I said.
“I used to be a cook for two American restaurants, but I make more money being a taxi driver. One day I would like to own my own restaurant,” he said.
Minutes later, we arrived at the hotel. “Okay, we’re at the Hilton,” I said.
“Of course, I’m a taxi driver,” he said.
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Have a great day.