Being a taxi driver in Westminster
Well, here I am, writing about being a taxi driver in Westminster again. I haven’t got the faintest idea what I’m going to say, because I’ve said everything so many times before. There is a company called Westminster Taxi that has some really cool cars.
One thing I can say is that this time I’m watching the time. I started writing this morning at 8:40 a.m. and I’m going to see how long it takes me to write this exercise.
As I said, I’m writing about being a taxi driver in Westminster. I don’t think I would like to be a taxi driver in someplace like New York or San Francisco, but I don’t mind being a taxi driver in Westminster.
That’s because Denver is a very bright and sunny place where it’s kind of nice to live. It’s not dirty and rundown, like so many parts of San Francisco and New York are. It’s clean and nice.
I didn’t think I would like living in Here before I came here, but since I have I’ve discovered that it’s a different sort of place than I imagined.
I thought that it would be nothing but suburbia—very dreary and boring with all the houses looking the same and all the people looking the same too. But since I arrived, I discovered that Westminster is more like a little farming community or something like that.
Although there certainly are many suburban parts of town, there are also many parts that feel very old, very genuine, very real. I live in one of those parts, just south of 52nd Marketplace.
And now I’m approaching 300 words in this essay about being a taxi driver in Westminster, and so I will be able to stop writing soon. As I look at the clock I see that it took me about 8 minutes to write this piece. Just 8 minutes. Not bad.
And that’s all I have to say about being a taxi driver in Denver Co. now.