In a cab, like a native in his homeland, the cab driver is home. When cab drivers interact, they do so like hosts. And sometimes, they had stories to tell.
I was impressed immediately I got into the cab. It was clean and smelled good. The fee he called was exactly the same amount I had in mind to pay for the ride. He must have been one of them, those who have been driving a cab for a long time. They don’t waste time bargaining. It’s always take-it-or-leave-it with them, but they’re fair.
After a glance at me through the rearview mirror, he started telling me about what DMX once said. Something about giving being a selfish act. I smiled. He assumed I knew who he was taking about. I did know DMX; maybe he could...
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