London’s Black Cabs 

He talked all the way from the airport till we reached the hotel about different random things – mostly politics. 
I kept nodding at most of the raised subjects. I disagreed with respect which made him more open and into discussing further details — OH NO PLEASE GOD. This time I kept quiet on my back seat listening to a total stranger, but as he speaks with such concerned tone he caught my attention finally! 
While he compares the voting system in U.S to UK, I was staring at the front mirror looking at parts of his face and hand expression, in his 60s I say, good looking, gray blue-ish eyes, sharp nose. He looked so attractive to be just a driver! he should be in sales at Tiffany’s or something! 

It all started when he asked my favorite question: Are you alright young lady? when I first entered the cab looking so distracted checking my mobile, checking my bags all is here, I finally made it in London saying to myself. I have to admit I get anxious as I grow when traveling alone. I used to enjoy it but no more, I rush into touching the ground. 
I must say this trip wasn’t planned well I missed arrange few things when I thought it’s smarter to exchange money from Qatar airport! My ATM card got blocked as the clock ticks rushing me to head to the next gate. I entered the wrong password not twice but three times — Oh boy this ain’t good. It lead me to go through my pocket and handbag only to find few Dinars and Riyals and Dollars.. what equals 115 pounds which is safely my ride to the hotel. Calling the bank didn’t help the callcenter staff said ‘you need to wait 24 hours to try again only this time you should enter the right password!’ Later in the plane… staring at my phone: please remember your password H…

Back to the taxi driver who also complained about the road constructions which I did noticed but didn’t care for, I agreed saying: ‘yeah, but eventually will turn alright’. 
I was tired and thinking how come it took 12 hours to reach London when it’s only 6 hours fly! I couldn’t bother calculating the miles.. my hand watch needs to be readjusted and so is my biological clock. I was thinking about tomorrow’s job interview as well, should I ask for a wake-up call? I am a bit hungry too.

‘Thanks and take care’ I said to him and head to the front desk for check in.