Today I had the weirdest taxi ride of my life. The driver asked me what I studied and I said Psychology, and then he decided to ask me for advice. He spent the entire 15 minute drive detailing his relationship with his ex-girlfriend, including their (lack of) sex life, and then once we had arrived at my house he asked what I thought, and if I thought she’d go back to him. I pretty much just said that he should move on and got the hell out of there. I have since realised that I should have used it as leverage to get a free or discounted ride.