Four couples with heavy suitcases left a hotel and saw an empty taxi.
Economist said: “We don’t need a taxi. We’ll go by subway”.
“No!”, firmly said my love. “My husband became sick when you led us here by subway from the airport. We take this taxi and we welcome two people to join us.”
Economist’s wife (EW) said: “Let’s Strongman and Poet join you with all suitcases. My man will lead three beauties to Heathrow by subway. I am sure that we’ll be there before you!”
I had my doubts about her last statement but even at that time I was allergic to arguing with confident strong-willed women. So everybody agreed with EW”s plan.
We settled in the taxi and the driver asked us where we were going. Then he told us that we looked like Americans but he could not understand what language we spoke.
Strongman explained that it was Russian.
I said the driver that I liked very much his diction and his way of speaking. He answered that he was not a professional taxi driver. He was a teacher and he loved theater very much. Then he added that he wrote several screenplays and in his free time he was an actor.
Poet was fascinated. He told the driver that he was an engineer but he worked for the New York City and wrote poetry during working hours. The driver asked him to read a poem but Poet explained that he wrote in Russian.
Then the driver said that an Australian company bought one of his screenplays and asked him to direct a movie there. He’ll leave London in a month.
Poet gave the driver his address and a business phone number and asked to keep in touch. The driver thanked him and then told us that we arrived.
We unloaded suitcases, paid for the ride adding good tips, thanked the driver and went in the terminal. We were told there that it was a wrong terminal and that we need to take a bus to a right one.
i will not tell you what we thought about the taxi driver at that time. I only can hint that we used some very popular Russian words.
Luckily, the bus arrived soon and we were in the proper terminal at the proper airline counter 20 minutes before the plane’s departure. The three beauties and Economist were not anywhere in sight.
My wife and I checked in our luggage and were ready to board the plane. Poet and Strongman wanted to check in their suitcases too but the airline’s employees gently asked them where were their wives.
There was only 10 minutes left before the plane’s departure. My love and I were ordered to board the plane and to take our seats. We had no choice as the next day we had to go to work.
However, our plane started to move only in 40 minutes.
My love was upset when she saw that our friends were sitting in the first class.
She said to me: “It’s not fair!”
I smiled. At that time I already knew that life is not always fair.