Jameson cab...

!A Cab to my flat

It was long time ago 2011:
I was tired of living wasting my time and my youth in my small town, so I decided to move out from Italy…in a very big city!
LONDON, why not?
So I packed my stuff and a big suitcase and I flew to London.
I catched the tube at my arrival and I stepped ‘till my flat in my a very dirty and popular building
( no lift, no fire escape steps) in Clapham Common.
But when I came out, the evening to the city I have had a lot of drinks, so...
my memory faded and I was unable finding my way home back!
I catched a cab with an hansdome taxydriver very as nice as polite.
“ Clapham Common, Moberly road please” I said
...we were riding, crossing Buckingham palace, Trafalgar square and Piccadilly cyrcus!
“” OMG How can I do he is not able to find this f...cking Moberly road”
I started crying, regrets in my throat!!
No, please, is not this one I said him! Rolling and rolling half an hour
He: “ Be quite !” looking on in his tom tom…
“” What will I do now all my stuffs are in my room!“”
“”How can I pay, my God? I don’t know how much will it be!!
Tears in my eyes.“” thinking into myself
The wheels were rolling and rolling after maybe midnight, tripping nowhere...
An Angel the driver; finally we arrived in Cavendish street corner and at the end the little hidden Moberly road!
“ How much is it of the race?”
I said sweat and tired!
“ Don’t worry let go!” he replyed me
“ What”?
“ you can go!” ……”SO I DON'T HAVE TO PAY???”
“ NO, you can go.”!” he said..
“ OH My God, what’s your name please?”
“ Jameson”
“ Jameson I will never forget you, never, God bless you!
I will pray for you and your family!”

End of this happy end story!