An elderly lady cab driver greeted me cheerily this morning as I stepped into the taxi on the Strand in Townsville, older by far than any of the other lady taxi drivers that have picked me up in recent months. On the way to the airport she proudly related how she's been driving taxis for 21 years and today was her last day. She also added that she's been working for 46 years in total which means she'd almost certainly have to be somewhere north of 60. I'd have said 65 at a guess. She was polite and friendly and a refreshing change to most of the other miserable sods that pick me up from time to time. She'll be missed by her regulars no doubt. They certainly don't make them like that any more.
On the plane to Brisbane I sat next to a huge bloke who invaded my space big-time. He seemed to have no idea just how obtrusive he was with his massive frame and protruding elbows. He was also one of those inconsiderate sods who puts the seat back for most of the flight. For once I was next to one rather than right behind one. I wish they wouldn't make them like that anymore.
The flight to Bundy was a rerun of so many previous ones. The hostie, like most of her colleagues, seemed to take absolutely no account of the fact that she'd given me a cup of steaming hot black coffee because she was back five minutes later wanting to collect the rubbish and I'd barely started drinking the coffee. So she took most of the offering and dismally failed to return for the rest of the flight until right at the end when she took the empty cup off me and then immediately reprimanded me for still having the table down. I wish they wouldn't make them like that anymore either.
1 out of 3 isn't bad these days.