My Taxi Cab Confession

Along with always speaking in a botched cockney accent, and asking the driver to join me in having tea in crumpets- I have developed another bad habit on my cab rides. In an effort to get a discount on the fair, I’ve taken to rubbing the cabbie’s back. You know, to relax him after his long night driving drunk people around in a car smelling of vomit. At least I don’t offer to make out with them. anymore.

I realize that he would have probably preferred to be left alone. A side note: ( and please don’t take this as a racial comment) but did you notice he is a white dude?