The other day, we were riding in a taxi, on the way to the airport to grieve with family.  On the way, we were stuck at a red light.  You know the one, where the light just keeps skipping your turn for a green light for some reason unknown.  Then, our chatty driver began a new conversation.  It went something like this:

Driver: “I wish I was in my own car not a taxi.  I would run this red light.”

Me: “Why the difference?”

Driver: “Because I would get a huge fine for a taxi.  Much bigger than in a regular car.”

Me: “Wow. I didn’t know that.”

Driver: “Of course.  When I drive a taxi, I have the lives of other people in my backseat.  If I am not responsible, then they should throw the book at me.”

Well said, taxi driver.