It gets even better in taxis. Especially the ones like in Boston.
One trip I came back via the airport, got a taxi home. On the way, I had him stop by my girlfriends place to take her too. She had this retriever dog, so the taxi guy said it would be alright if he went too.
On the way home, the dog disappeared, he was no longer in the taxi, tho nobody had opened any doors. That dog was an escape artist, had gone into the trunk thru a hole in the back seat.
We looked for that dog everywhere, finally the taxi guy said the only place left is the trunk. Sacked out next to my bag.
One of these days, one of those places will have found what is left of Jimmy Hoffa, in a brown bundle under a seat.