A little while ago, I went back to my hometown with a travel car to attend the presidential election. The car I was in was a Toyota 1300cc car and the driver was going 80-100 km/h. The other passenger was a middle aged woman who told us that this was her first time using this travel service. She kept complaining about how fast the driver drove the car and asked him to slow down. It confused me as I felt it was an okay-speed. In fact, it is around the speed limit of the free way. After she complained two times, the driver finally said, “Well ma’am, my car is used for public transport. We can’t compare it with your private car” and I nodded in agreement. Although my father always drives this way with our private car, I agree that a public transportation car maybe would feel worse than her privately owned. It’s used everyday, maybe there are litters, she doesn’t like the smell of the perfume, etc. “Well, I am just saying sir, because I was also a driver. I usually drive past th...
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