Polar Opposites

My Glinda cabbie at North Station was one of the good guys.

He was transporting all we munchkins in the city.

He did it with humor and grace and good advice.

My wicked driver at South Station was a bad guy.

He was waiting for only the airport fares.

He did it with anger and mumbling and bad language.

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