I sigh and run my hand through my short blonde hair as I reach for her cell phone. "Great, just fucking great," I mutter before answering, "business is slow as shit all day long, and when quitting time rolls around, some fucker just has to be somewhere right away."

I inhale deeply to relax, a trick that I have picked up in both yoga and kickboxing classes- I really could stand to relax more often- before answering.

"Speedy Cab, can I help you?"

"Two of you."

"Going where?"

"Oh, okay, I know the place," it's a lie. I'm relatively new to the area, and somewhat unique in that I am a young, white, female cabbie, but I am armed with a portable GPS device and I am confident that I can find wherever this couple is looking for- soem farm or something.

"Yeah, I'll be right there. What are your cross streets by the way?""

I make it to the bust stop with little trouble. God bless the GPS once again. I pull up to the curb and step out to open the rear doors for my latest fare. "Fuck, it's cold," I mutter as I wait for the two of them to get in. I'm dressed in a favorite t-shirt, a pair of well-worn jeans, and some flip flops that have outlasted the summer, perfectl attire for inside the heated cab- dad owns some really nice cabs- not so much for standing in the cold.

"Nice jacket," I can't help myself from commenting as the man in the obviously feminine jacket eases himself into the back of my cab. Sometimes, I really just can't keep my mouth shut, no matter how much I should. I've probably already blown my tip, at least I have if the guy is a prick. Maybe, if he's not, I can save myself with some pleasant conversation.

With the man and the woman both loaded into the cab, I return to the driver's seat, open the safety panel that separates us, and turn the heat up a notch. "You guys comfortable? What was that address again? The name's Jenny by the way."