It was 7:00 am in Kyoto, Japan, and the taxi company had just called a second time to say they couldn’t find my house. Once again I spelt out directions even a blind person could follow. I glanced impatiently at my watch, and waiteD、Only two hours remained until my flight left--and it was an hour-and-a-haft trip to the airport.
Outside, heavy rains were pouring down. My house was so far north in the city that buses pass only three times a day. The telephone rang again. "Terribly sorry," began the man at the taxi company. Then I realized that the taxi company, flooded with calls, could only offer in-city runs. I had heard this happens when the weather gets baD、I shouted into the phone that I had a plane to catch and I would meet the taxi outside my house. Standing in the wind-driven rain, I looked up and down the roaD、No taxi.A、car went by, the driver and passenger staring at the crazy foreigner in the downpour. Finally a white car appeared and pulled to a stop.A、young man throw open the door, waving for me to get in. Shaking with cold and anger, I climbed in. In the most polite Japanese, the man said he was called Mike, with whom I had spoken three times that morning. He had left his post in the office and raced here in his personal car. He apologized again, but did not explain why a taxi would not pick me up.Delivering me straight to the air- port, he refused the 2,000 yen I pressed into his hanD、 A、few hours later, as the storm-delayed 727 took off, I opened the newspaper. On the second page my eyes caught the headline of a short article: Taxi StrikeBegins This Morning in Kyoto. Why did the writer call a taxi early in the morningA.He wanted to catch a plane. B.He was unable to find the airport. C.There were few taxis in town. D.All the buses stopped because of the rain.