Last night, on our way back from St. Martin-in-the-Fields here in London, we met with a Tube situation that many DC residents like ourselves were certainly used to: The Central (Red) Line was delayed, crammed full of people, and uninhabitable by man or beast.

We cabbed it home instead.

And unlike DC, our cabbie knew where he was going, didn’t charge an arm and a leg, and actually spoke decent English.

It’s a shame that London cabbies can’t be as universal as Red Line disasters.