by FAITH CURRANT
“The driver doesn’t carry change,” the sign said. I handed him a $20 bill and got into the cab.
The ID on the dash listed his name as Hamid Amir and I wondered how often people got right back out after seeing that and if he said anything to them when they did and if he had to go home at night and explain to his wife that she couldn’t quit her office job and have another baby because too many people kept getting out of his cab.
“I’m single,” he said when I asked.
Not everything is a tragedy.
ABOUT THE WRITER: Faith Currant is a writer & MP/TV script doctor who wishes she’d pursued a career as a spy, but admits she probably wouldn’t be very good at it because she’s not quite sneaky enough. She’s a serious long-time Buffy the Vampire Slayer scholar, once got married by accident, and is fairly certain Elvis faked his death (though he’s probably really dead by now). Faith lives in Topanga Canyon with her magical dog River and Moe, the coolest cat in the universe.
Photo © 2011 by Dominique DeLuque