A Tale of Two Taxis
Taking the taxi to the San Antonio International Airport was the usual experience. The driver couldn't drive nor could he speak English very well. I counted myself lucky just to reach my destination. At the other end (Taiwan), where I was much more tired and irritable, the taxi at the airport was a pleasant surprise. First of all, the driver spoke excellent English even though he wasn't a native speaker. Also, he informed me wifi was available in the vehicle in case I wanted to use it. Finally, he asked me what kind of music I listened to and turned to a preset channel carrying that genre. It really felt like first class service or, at least, what service in America used to be like. I wish we could start importing competence and a stronger work ethic.