Call me a Taxi!

Soundtrack: Virginia Moon by Foo Fighters

They were standing quite peacefully on either side of the double glass door, their hats on their foreheads, long red coats with double rows of golden buttons touched the tip of their polished shoes. He stood on the left side, and he could not help but feeling incredibly smug in a uniform.

A woman came barging out the door, she was so covered in bags and packages, it was a miracle that she could even stand up straight. A little purple, furry bag fell to the ground, and he felt obliged to pick it up. He snapped it from the ground and reached it out to give it to her, but she looked offended and suddenly said: "Can't you see I am not able to carry that?! Could someone call me a taxi?". He was perplexed, and stood there with the purple purse in his hand, hesitating. -"Well?" Robert hissed, standing inpatiently on the other side of the glass door.

He didn't know what to say, rain was splattering down outside the little baldakin, and people were rushing by with great velocity. Robert gave him another inpatient hiss and he shrugged helplessly back. "Do you really suppose that is necessary?" he tried, Robert giving him a look like the planet just turned over, and the lady opening her mouth until it shaped a perfect little "o".

*fshhhhhh* the rain splashed angrily. "Well, if you insist" he said after another second of thinking.


"You're a taxi".