It was the last day of June as we know it.

Everytime I book for a taxi cab, the system would register me as Mr. Ron. Nobody knew how it ended up configured that way.

It is not like I ever cared, you get into a cab, having the only intention as getting off that thing as soon as you can. At that time I just quietly accepted the name that meant nothing.

Like what bad things could happen, had I ignored that.