Yet Another Taxi Driver & A "Foreigner"

We, two moms and two kids, were going to a birthday party of Sienna’s classmate.

While we were getting into the taxi, I noticed something and said to the driver, “You keep your car so clean. It smells good too. Too bad it’s all one time deal and I cannot ask for your service the next time.”

“Oh, you can call.” He said.

“Yes?” I didn’t know I could call a taxi service here like in Canada.

“Yes, you call ‘110’.” He advised.

“That's your company. How do I find you?” I asked, innocently.

“Hahaha! Are you a foreigner?” He laughed.

“That’s the emergency number. Like '911'.” My friend, the mother of Sienna’s friend, reminded me, laughing as well.

Another taxi driver that brightened my day. And this experience of being a foreigner in my own country is truely amusing sometimes.