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He's Got GPS, Not Jesus

Don't hoot and holler if your driver doesn't magically clear the yellow-sea of standstill commuter traffic with the snap of his fingers. It's no one else's fault but your own that you're running late for work because you had one too many vodka-sodas last night. Take a chill pill and thank your driver for arriving so quickly. 

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