Even the Taxis Can't Find my House

While I live on a street without an entrance for cars... just a decrepit sidewalk, I thought at least the taxis would know where it was.  Nope.  It was pouring rain as it does almost every night.  The kind of rain that as soon as you step out into it, even with an umbrella, you may as well have just emerged from the ocean. 

So, in an attempt to arrive at my corporate English class somewhat dry and presentable, I called a taxi.  When I gave the dispatcher my address, he only half listened and insisted that he knew where it was - giving completely different landmarks in his direction. 

The taxi never came.  I called again to see what had happened and he said I wasn't there when the car arrived.  That's because it wasn't even my neighborhood!

I explained again and he acted like I was incompetent and told me that wasn't my address that I had said. 

He insisted it was a different address and the process repeated. 

No taxi.

At this point, my class was starting so I walked the 100 meters down the sidewalk to a landmark that taxis would understand.  I called a different taxi and went on to class. 

In the process I still managed to get soaked.  I guess that's what happens when your neighbors are literally chickens.