Oh I wish the Harkles had ended up with the Moroccan taxi driver we had in NY in October. Traffic was at a near standstill because of a UN meeting so we had time to have his life story. He kept holding up his phone to show us pics of his daughter who he had put through US college,qualifying as a dentist, his house in Morocco he hopes to retire to this year, a video of him catching an eel on his fishing boat. He was lovely and so grateful for the opportunities that New York had given him, all the time weaving in and out of the traffic expertly.It would have made a two hour journey fly by and kept the Stoat calm.