So... Is It Like My Turn To Drive?

Today I was in a cab like i am every Monday and Wednesday we teach at our outside location; a preschool called TianLai. It's not too terribly far but even if it were the kids are all so damned adorable it would be worth the trip. Getting a cab there is no problem because our building is in a busy area. Getting a cab back we must take the school bus to a busier location as the school is a bit tucked away. We could walk but the school is located about 300 feet from the minimum distance for getting paid for travel time so we don't care to take longer than absolutely necessary. Plus where the bus takes us is better than where we would walk. Sometimes the bus is filled with cute little kids... so little in fact that they don't yet know you are a foreigner and will speak to you if they are not feeling too shy. The bus however has a strange effect on me due to the power of sense memory. In this case smell. This particular bus smells EXACTLY like the 1985 Chevy that my father drove well past its prime for the entirety of my childhood. The smell can not be described in words. The best I can do is compare it to five year old vomit and M&M's. But the kids are cute so... One three year old little boy even tells me every time "ni dao le." (Your here) ever time we come to the place the driver lets us out.
So we wait on the street as usual and get our taxi with out much of a problem. Half way into our journey he pulls off the road, stops, turns off the car and gets out! Before i could inquire a different man, with his own set of keys, takes his place and off we were again. What the??? That explained why he was on his cell phone earlier in the trip. He had called his colleague to tell him to meet him on the corner to take the car. Turns out that it was the end of his shift. I guess when you are off your off!