My dad is a taxi driver.
My dad is a taxi driver. From when I was in primary school till junior college, he would drive my brother and I to school every single morning without fail. He would usually take the time in the car to talk to us about everything under the sun, from life lessons to current affairs. Unfortunately, I was an extremely argumentative kid growing up and whenever we talked about anything I deemed controversial, I would always argue my way through. Even if I was wrong, I would always insist that I was right and somehow, I always seemed to win those arguments. It is only in retrospect that I see that my arguments never really made any sense. Dad had just been giving in to me all this time.