Taxi Stories

I worked overtime that night.  It was around 10 pm when I decided to call it a day and go home.  I flagged a taxi and sat beside the driver.  I usually sit at the back but for some reason, that night, I chose to sit in front. He was an average looking man who is probably in his early 30s.   I don’t usually talk to taxi drivers but that night, I initiated a conversation.   “Hi, long day? Or you just started your shift?” He...