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In which we do the opposite of our annual rants about evil cabbies growing horns during the holiday season, and document encounters with Nice taxi drivers. (But if you meet some orcs driving taxis, post your story anyway.)

All my usual sources of kitty litter had run out of stock, so I had to go to the pet shop on Jupiter. I was standing on the side of the road, hailing cabs at noon, six days before Xmas. Traffic was heavy, all the taxis were taken, and one driver pretended I was invisible. Then a guy walked up to me and said his taxi was in the gas station across the street if I needed one. A strange and wondrous occurrence in the middle of Xmas chaos. And the name of the taxi was Versailes (with one L).