Janell dropped me off at the taxi stand, and he motioned me over as he hopped into his taxi. “How much for a ride to the airport?” I asked with a smile. “190 pesos”, he replied. So I hopped in, not realizing this was a divine appointment.
After a little small talk about the cost of gas and how they haven’t raised the prices of the fares in about 2 years, we continued on towards the Periférico, one of the most traveled roads in Mexico City, about 45 minutes from the airport.
Just before we got to the traffic, he told me that he couldn’t work all last week because his taxi had broken down and he had to fix it. He was obviously upset about missing work and commented about how the bills were stacking up. His thoughts on this were obviously affecting his attitude towards the traffic as he continued to mumble under his breath about it.