You Figure Out A Sub-Title
After I uploaded that final story at 3:15 a.m., I called for a taxi. That first call never worked, so I called again and finally got a taxi after 3:30 a.m.
The cab pulls up. "What's your name?"
"It says here 'Michelle.' M-I-C-H-A-E-L."
"Oh, okay. Where do you want to go?"
I tell the driver my exit in Mississauga and he says no problem. Of course it's no problem. You're a taxi driver; it's your job to drive people places.
As we approach the Gardiner Expressway he asks me what a usual fare is to Mississauga. I ask why.
He doesn't answer but asks me if I'm using a chit. I say I am and can almost hear the 'Cha-ching' sounding off in the driver's head.
"My meters running slow tonight," the driver says. "You would know what a regular fare is to Mississauga."
I tell him that the fare is usually $35. He says okay.
I had my doubts about this driver when he thought 'Michael' was pronounced 'Michelle,' but at this point, I know the guy is an idiot and an opportunistic thief.
Along the way on the highway, the taxi comes across an an SUV sitting on (and simultaneously crushing) a small convertible.
A little later, the cab arrives at my house. The fare on the driver's meter is $35.00 (hey, what do you know?) and the driver asks, "Is that usually what you pay?"
Pretty sure that's what I said.