Taxi

the cab driver already knew his turf, no need for directions to go to map search, he always drove down those same old roads, knew the names of each street and how far he should go, when there was a dead end, or the streets had blockades, he knew all the back roads and every alleyway, the cab driver also seems to know every song, sitting in hours of traffic while he's singing along, watching the view, observing the streets, witnessing crimes right from his front seat, his job was to drive, but it entailed so much more, each passenger had a story to tell behind that closed door, and as he took the time to listen, he then understood why, the compassion his job entailed saved his own life.