Taxi Jiko

Taxis safely parked. (photo by Tod)
On the way home this evening we hopped in a taxi that was promptly rear-ended. It was a classic low-speed collision–we were stopped at a traffic light and the car behind us didn’t brake soon enough. It made a loud bang.
The cars pulled over and the taxi driver checked to make sure we were OK. No bumps or bruises noted. The driver of the other car, a 20-something woman in an orange scarf, ran over to check on us, too. Her eyes got a little bigger when she saw we weren’t Japanese, but she trotted out her best English for us and said she was very sorry.
The taxi driver handed the phone number of the taxi company on it so we can call if we discover any injuries later on. The next taxi driver, who was conveniently at the ready for us, said that if we’re going to get whiplash, we’ll feel it in the next three days.