taxi

Heading to physiotherapy in a taxi. Driver asks “where is it you’re going?”, I give him the address. Nearing closer to our destination, he asks “do you know where it is, exactly?”. We’re driving around some business park that isn’t well signposted. I apologise and explain that it’s my first visit to this particular physiotherapist. He shakes his head and mutters “bloody women and directions” then proceeds to tell me how his “missus would get lost in a car park”.