I have a wee fantasy. No, not about urine, but about being a taxi driver. It seems to me to be a terrific job... I could be:
- an hilarious, laugh-a-minute comedian, who gets paid at the end
- gentle guiding hand lady if someone needs a chat
- a novelty - not many ladies drive cabs (hmm)
- weirdo, non-sequitur lady, chatting amongst herselves
- unable to communicate at all lady, or, my personal favourite
- accelerate/decelerate drive-like-a-psycho lady who strikes at the whiff of a gap in traffic, drives by her own rules, keeps her cab in good brakes, and gets paid at the end, even when my passengers have pooped their pants.