Walking to catch the train today a black cabby caught my attention rummaging in the boot of his cab. He was parked askew, the cabs rear end protruding beyond the corner of the road, coupled with his frantic searching I surmised that he had possibly broken down.
His head finally emerged from the boot having found the item required, a bottle of engine coolant. Closing the boot he strolled around towards the front of the vehicle, unscrewed the lid and proceeded to pour the contents all over some bread somebody had left at the foot of a tree for the birds to eat.
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