On the day before Christmas, I was unusually late for work; this was the reason why I decided to hop on a cab.
As we got closer to my destination, Siam Paragon, the cab driver started hinting at the fact that I would actually have to pay three times the amount displayed on the meter. I got upset and told him that I wasn't up for it. To my astonishment, I realised that he drove through my place of employment without stopping and that he turned off the meter pretty much at the same time that he hit the accelerator.
It took me two seconds to try and grab my mobile phone, which was then buried in my handbag. As soon as he realised what I was trying to do, he started shouting and pulled over in a deserted area. I'm not sure if we opened the cab's doors at the same time but I know that my survival instinct made me start running in the direction of the crowds.
Fortunately, I was wearing flat shoes but, unfortunately, I was born with wobbly feet meaning that it didn't take long for me to be laying on the floor screaming in pain. The inglorious bastard reached me just before I managed to, once again, get hold of my mobile phone; and as he went for what looked like a knife, I woke up.
On the day before Christmas, I went to work and spent the evening with Leon and Ash. On Christmas Day, I worked again and had chicken soup for dinner - this was my attempt to fight off a sore throat. On Boxing Day, I had an appointment at 9 a.m. at the Immigration Department; and so as not to wake up earlier than 6.30 a.m., I decided to... hop on a cab.
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