skryche

It was only halfway through the ride that I realized that the driver of our yellow cab was, unusually, a woman. That's pretty rare. Then I noticed that she had a medium-sized dog in the front of the car with her. It's something like that that can make me overlook frighteningly aggressive driving.

When we got to the bar, I handed her the fare and cheerfully said, “Thanks. I like your dog!”

As I hopped out the door, I heard her mutter something back to me. I closed the door behind me, and she unrolled the passenger side window in order to repeat herself. She motioned for me to approach the cab. She had a bitter smile.

“You like my dog; I guess that means you don't like me.”

“Uh... no, I like you! Bye!”