We were waiting for our order at the Burger Factory when the husband asked, "How are we going to get around when we can no longer drive?"
"We can walk. Ride our bicycles," I answered. "Take the bus. Take a taxi."
"Hollister doesn't have taxis," he said.
"Now there are," I said.
"Maybe one or two," he said, as we stood up to get our order of teriyaki chicken, egg rolls, and Philly Cheesesteak.
Lo and behold, the next day, we saw a taxi.
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