In one trip to Croatia as a journalist, many years ago, I had to go to meet with a very important person to make an interview. He was traveling, coming to Zagreb from another city, and told me that he would be at his home at eight pm.
So I decided to have a drink with my cousins near my hotel waiting for the hour, because I had many things to tell them after years without seen them.
Suddenly I got a call in my phone telling me that the person I had to interview had already arrived, half an hour before time, and was waiting for me. I had to left in a hurry and catch a taxi.
The driver was a talkative man. I told him I was in a hurry, and he asked me why. I told him very briefly the reason. I don’t know how, in a few seconds, he was telling me his story. How he was in fact a Geography teacher in the University, but there was no way to live with that salary in those days, so he decided to become a taxi driver at nights to have an extra income to survive and provide for his big family.
I listened without paying much attention because I was nervous with my interview.
We arrived. I paid him, and faced my job of the day.
When I was in the middle of the interview, I realised I have forgot my phone in the taxi. When I finished my work, I called my cousin who was still at the bar were we had meet an hour before, explaining the situation.
I didn’t know anything about the taxi nor the colour or the brand of the car, nor the license plate, nothing. Only that the driver was a Geography teacher.
My cousin went to the taxi station and said aloud: Who of you is a Geography teacher? Me! Said one of them Immediately. They went to the parked taxi and began to search. And certainly, right there on the back seat was my phone.