e hënë, 23 korrik 2007

Taxi Drivers

I'm going public with an extremely frustrating problem that up until this weekend I've been a little embarrassed about, my love-hate relationship with taxi drivers. Each day I have to hop in a taxi to get to and from work. I've been doing this for six weeks now so one would think I'm a pro at it, sorry to disappoint! I know the names of my stops, and the correct pronunciation (I think) but everyday its a different story. Perhaps instead of saying 'SLAVinoviči', I wind up saying 'SlavINoviči'. People look at me like I'm from another world. I know I should have learned more Bosnian before coming over here, but is it really that hard or are they just trying to make me look like an American idiot?!

I'm coming clean with this now because of a conversation with Scott and Savi this weekend in which we all fessed up to having the same dreaded knot in our stomachs when hailing a cab. I can't tell you how nervous I am every morning knowing that I have to go through this twice each day! I never thought I'd say this, but I actually miss the cab drivers in Chicago! The upshot is that I can take a taxi from one side of town to the other and pay the equivalent of 75 cents. Today, I was victorious getting both to and from the clinic looking like a true Bosnian (so far as I know)!

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