#166265243 / gettyimages.com A few years back, when I was single, I was out on the town and waved down an Ottawa taxi. Like a lot of people who use taxis, I'd had a few too many to drink so I was happy just to roll into a car and get home as soon as possible. It wasn't three in the morning or anything, it was maybe about eight o'clock, after I'd met some friends in the mid-afternoon at the press club. The taxi driver was friendly enough, and I was perhaps oversharing. as I get when I've had a few. He seemed like a nice guy, and even flirted with me a little bit. I got home, paid him and thanked him for the chat. I opened my door and was just about to go in when he appeared right behind me. He obviously had more things on his mind than retrieving a lost purse or scarf. He became aggressive and actually tried to push through the door over my objections. Fortunately, I lived with a very big black Lab at the time who was also at the door to mee...
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