Black Cab and Beautiful Frock

Must remember to book a cab from Waterloo Cars tomorrow to get home in. Today I spent ages trying to get a black cab, had to cross the road, and finally managed to stop a cab who refused to take me because he would have to turn around! Crossed back again, feeling hot, cross and a bit tearful, when a woman came up to me and asked me where I had bought my dress - 'they are such beautiful colours that I just had to come and ask'. I admitted that it had come from a very cheap catalogue, but this encounter cheered me up a bit. Just then a cab turned up, further restoring my faith in human nature.