The afternoon rain is pouring, wetting my socks through sandals, so I wonder why cab driver after cab driver is refusing me a ride-- is it because I can reach my destination on foot? The afternoon drags on, and I and the others who have been spurned continue to wait and watch the bumper-to-bumper traffic.
Reason for writing:
I wrote after one day when it was raining like crazy, and I
wanted to get home from the mall, but it seemed that about
a dozen or so cab drivers refused me a ride--maybe it was
due to the fact that my house was relatively close by.
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