Three men got in my taxi. They were delighted to have a female taxi driver, and were exceedingly complimentary. Apparently, my cab smelled lovely, I, too, was both lovely and friendly, and they liked my driving style. According to one, I was “really hot” and had a very sexy voice.
“You’ve clearly been drinking tonight,” I observed.
Actually, no, he was the only one who hadn’t. And then followed one of the most bizarre comments that I have heard in my cab to date:
“Wow, this is such a sensual* taxi!”
As a result of the amusement generated by this remark, I have succumbed to popular opinion, and the Sensual Taxi blog has begun. Please enjoy 🙂
(* In actual fact, the customer used the word “sexual” rather than “sensual”, to describe my taxi.
HOWEVER, I have no intention of having the blog title, “Tales from a Sexual Taxi.” Yes, that title might garner considerably more hits for my blog, but not necessarily the kind of traffic (no pun intended) that I would welcome. In the interests of perv-dodging, which is an essential part of the skill set for us female cabbies, the Sensual Taxi prevails.)