I’m lucky. I don’t have a set schedule. I come and go pretty much as I please. Anything that is part of my routine is in walking distance. So I do everything I can to avoid the notorious Sao Paulo rush hour traffic.
But today… today my altered plans led me to experience something most Brazilians do on a regular basis. I came back late from a lunch which made me miss that delicate deadline to avoid bumper to bumper conditions. Instead of getting in a cab at 4:45, my daughter and I got into a cab at 5pm.
Holy hellfire. Halfway to our destination I realized this was not going to be pretty. Had I not been with my daughter and had it not been 100 degree Fahrenheit with 200% humidity, I would have just gotten out and walked.
And I had one of those chatty cab drivers. Cab drivers often ask you weird, personal, totally out of context questions, like how much do you pay for your apartment or where did you get married? (If a cab driver in NYC asked me questions like that, I would have just jumped out of the moving vehicle.)
Next time, I’ll seriously consider rescheduling before sitting in a hotbox (because god-forbid they turn on their air conditioning – it is always “broken”) for 40 minutes after 5pm.