On a dark, stormy evening, Peter, a taxi driver, was navigating through the wet streets of the city. The streets were mostly empty, and he was contemplating calling it a night. Suddenly, as he passed a dimly lit alleyway, he noticed a frantic hand waving, signaling him to stop.
As he slowed his cab and approached the alley, a figure quickly jumped into the back seat, hurriedly closing the door to shield herself from the rain. The abruptness of the situation caused Peter to check his rearview mirror to get a better look at his new passenger.
To his astonishment, sitting in the back seat was a woman who appeared to be completely n@ked and drenched from the rain. Still a bit shocked, Peter managed to mutter, “Where would you like to go?”
The woman, trying to regain her composure, replied, “Central Station, please.”
As he started the drive, Peter’s curiosity got the best of him. Every so often, he would sneak a glance into the rearview mirror.
The woman, sensing his repeated glances, finally asked, “Is there a problem, driver? Why do you keep looking?”
Peter, clearing his throat, replied, “Well, ma’am, I couldn’t help but notice that you don’t have any clothes on, and, well, I was wondering how you intend to pay for the ride.”
Without missing a beat, the woman confidently shifted in her seat, placing her feet up near the front, and gave Peter a suggestive look. “Does this answer your question?” she inquired with a smirk.
Peter quickly responded, while glancing at the mirror, “Do you have anything smaller?”