"I pulled up in my cab at 2:30 in the morning and picked the lady up. We drove in silence for a while. Then she gently leaned over and, tapping me on the shoulder, said in a still small voice 'excuse me, sir?'
Fear jolted through my spin! I screamed! I yelled! The blood rushed from my face and I turned white as a ghost! I lost control of the cab and shot up onto the curb, hitting a mailbox! As I sat there in my freshly crapped pants trying to calm down my breathing, the terrified lady exclaimed 'my word, what the nfbsk was that, don't you know how to drive?!?' '
I do," I explained, 'I've been driving for 25 years. But this is my first day in a cab.
