After our adventure at the Wireless Festival, we made our
way out to the tube to head back to our flat. Walking back to the underground
from Finsbury Park we quickly discovered it would be impossible to get back
that way. The underground was packed.
We walked around trying to decide what to do. Exhausted and
cranky we decided to just split a cab. Our driver, Martin, turned out to be the
best person we met all night. Once he heard our accents he had to hear all
about where we were from and what it is like back home.
He told us the only place he ever visited in America was
Vegas, and as much as he liked it there he said that Southerners were his
favorite. He said there was just something about that Southern charm. He sang
us Cash songs and asked about our travels.
He said the Southern charm is what set us apart from all of
his other customers. Just a simple “thank you” and kind words to him made his
day, because no one else even really spoke to him except to bark out their
destination. He carried on with us the entire ride back, and sang more songs to
us of course.
When we arrived at the dorm, he gave us a discount and when
he heard us discussing our plans to go get dinner he drove us to the restaurant
free of charge, just because of how kind we were. Southern charm goes a long
way.
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