When I'm travelling, I generally pay extra attention to the meter when I hop into a taxi, especially late at night. I've been ripped off one two many times not to be a bit wary. Last night, when arriving at Amsterdam Centraal at midnight, my usual caution was compounded by a headache and a beast of a mood. It had been a very long week, and I was still trying to get through a full day without breaking down whenever I thought of Ullrick. I was tired from travelling and hadn't had time to grab dinner on my way to the airport. I know Amsterdam well enough to know if the driver is going in circles, so I was also trying to figure out if he was taking me in the right direction. He had a bit of trouble finding the address, and I prepared for a battle about the final fare. But, to my surprise, he turned off the meter and backtracked to the correct house. The fare was fine, and he didn't try to charge me for his detour around the neighborhood. I met the hostess, who let me in and gave me towels, and was in bed five minutes later. Shortly thereafter, there was a knock on the door. "WTF?" I thought. Turns out, I had left my mobile in the backseat and he was kind enough to drive all the way back to return it.
Hence the heading of this post.