I was fed up with his silly blabber.
He didn’t stop talking the whole ride.
I remembered the stories I heard about taxi drivers.
I had one hand on the handle as he chattered away.
I pretended to take a phone call,
But he still wouldn’t stop talking.
I got even more scared when he took a different route.
“Keep going this way.
We’re not going down that road,”
I instructed him.
“No, that route is longer.”
I kept thinking whether I should get off then and there.
But what if he doesn’t stop?
When I arrived at my destination,
I wanted to get out of the car as fast as I could.
I tossed the money and got out.
I was worried he’d do something to me while I paid him.
I was scared to the core.
He wouldn’t stop talking.
He kept asking me weird questions.
Why would he ask me these things?
All I could tell him was,
“You, sir, are being inappropriate.”