In a very odd twist, the cab driver who picked me is the same one who took me to a surgery appointment three years ago. Who took us to the aiport to go to Europe two years ago. Who has basically taken me any time I needed a cab in the last few years. What are the chances? It's starting to feel like good luck whenever I climb into a cab and see her in the driver's seat.
Wish me luck! This is going to be a whirlwind trip, and part of it includes the publicist driving back to Portland tonight from Seattle. Thank goodness she's young.