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Some days are just trash. From the moment your eyes open till you close them at night, it’s disaster after disaster. Today, for example, I woke up late for a super important meeting because my cell was missing and the ringer was off, so not only did I miss my alarm, but I couldn’t call it to find it! Then to prove this lousy day was bound to be real bad, my car wouldn’t start.
It’s difficult to call a taxi when you have no phone, but if I missed this meeting, I’d miss out on a great opportunity. So I had no choice; I ran over to my neighbor’s house and asked them to call me a ride.
Taxi Driver Paid In A Flash
Being patient isn’t a skill of mine. I paced the end of the driveway while nibbling on my fingertips. I was already so late; I didn’t even know if it was worth going through all this trouble. A day starting this way wasn’t likely to turn around.
Before I could talk myself into going home, the car pulled up, and I jumped in. Still, in a bit of a tizzy, I demanded the driver drive fast and nearly reckless. I leaned forward in the back seat to tell him which lane to be in and which turns to take. Clearly, he needed help with shortcuts because he was driving like we were on a casual scenic route, not trying to make an important meeting that could change my life.
Finally, we parked in front of the building, and I scooted get out of the car when he asked for payment. I patted the seat next to me and looked at the floor below. No purse. I was in such a rush; I didn’t even grab it! “Um, I have no money on me, but if you wait till after the meeting and drive me back home, I can pay you then?”
He gave me a sleazy smile and said, “Show me your tits, and I’ll wait for you.”
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