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. What was the reason for the taxi company not being able to pick him upA.More people were riding in taxis on rainy days. B.The writer didn’t give the correct address. C.The taxi drivers refused to work. D.The taxi drivers didn’t like to drive long distance.