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Originally Posted by Soukus
When I was a kid in Laos (maybe 6 yrs old) I was sick and had to go to the hospital in the big city. My dad must have taken me there in a taxi, and so we had to take a taxi home. I recall very well (on the ride home) even at that age a milk jug like dispenser mounted on the dash in the taxi. I must have gotten dizzy from the fumes because I recall my dad tell the driver to roll down window or asking to roll down the window. I remember there were gradulated marks in the dispenser. That was the taxi meter!
Back in the 70's it was "anything go." it's probably not changed much there.
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OMG... Really? Talk about making do.
