The Taxi and Keys Saga
Well I've gone and done it again. It would seem that a week can't go by without me losing my keys. I dunno what it is. This time I left them in a taxi of all places!
When I finally realised that's what I'd done (about 3 hours later) I was a bit annoyed. Do you know how many taxi's there are in Auckland??
I think the answer is about 5 billion. All I remembered about my cabbie was that he was a big dude, he was black, he drove a white cab, and his name was Mohummad. ie that narrowed it down to about 1/2 a billion cabbies.
After running outside and hassling about 20 various cabbies on the street (much to their annoyance), I finally managed to find out which company he worked for. I called them, got hold of Mohummad and he said "Yup, I have your keys, I'll drop them off." Pretty amazing. So I now have my keys back, which is good, seeing as getting into my apartment/work is nearly impossible without them.
It's Friday night, 6pm and I'm still working. All the big faults always come in at 4:45pm and they're always really important. We've got it licked now, so after posting this I'm going home. Allegedly I'm even getting paid today. We'll see when I attack the ATM machine in a few minutes I suppose.
Weekend here I come! Burn mattress BURN!
TiM