Now I feel guilty.
And I think it's hilarious.
In this dog-eat dog world of taxi-grabbing, I have been outrun by more people that I can count, been left on the side of the street stranded in rain and cold, wondering how I will get home. Finally after a year of losing to tiny, agile Chi.nese people who have no sense of waiting in line, I prevail at winning the taxi-hailing game and who do I shaft: somebody's spiri.tual leader.
Sorry, Monk. Next time I won't be so selfish, but what were you doing outside H&M anyway?