
Photo: Keith Kreates
She was owning it.
In a city packed with cars for hire, she always got a second look from other drivers and passersby. Not always the business, mind you, but a second look. And … that meant they remembered her the next time they needed a car.
Not that everyone dialed for hers.
I could see how it would require a certain level of self-confidence to not be unsettled by being seen entering or emerging from her vehicle.
“Which is fine by me,” she chuckled. “Weeds out the weirdos and overly judgemental. I don’t need them in my ride.”
Her phone rang.
“Moron Taxi,” she answered cheerfully, “where and how far?”
I was greatly amused by this car when I saw it in Spain and knew there was a story in there somewhere.
I love yours, Na’ama – you can pass judgement on mine tomorrow.
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Yep! I would’a taken a photo AND I woulda’ taken a ride with her, too, just for the chuckles! 🙂
Lookin’ forward to readin’ yours! 😉
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Love it. Oh how we are put off by certain words. Would we buy food from a person named Sick, no matter how it’s spelled?
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I donnow!! Now, THAT would be a fantastic social experiment …
Did you ever see the post about the REAL LIFE people whose names are uncanny to their position/job?
I recall there being a Dr. Tush (a proctologist), Dr. Foot (a podiatrist), Dr. Smile (orthodontist or dentist, I don’t remember now), Mr. Nails (the carpenter) and on and on. It was delicious. I gather that Mr. Noro Virus for a food stall won’t be all that hot … 😉
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I was at college with a Debbie Cutting… she was training as a hairdresser. And there’s a consultant in the Dept of Medicine at the local hospital by name of Pilling.
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See? It is uncanny! 😉
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Indeed. 🙂
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🙂
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