21/10/2023
I’m cruising down the road in my taxi on a scorching summer’s day, smooth tunes playing on the radio, and the windows rolled down to catch a hint of a breeze. All of a sudden, I pick up this lady from the taxi rank. She hops into the back seat, and the next thing I know, she’s whipped off her slippers, using one of them to swat at her hair, going, “Whoosh, whoosh.”
I’m thinking, “This lady’s off her rocker, and I might be the next target for her slipper-swinging fury.” So, I decide to be cool about it and ask, “Hey, everything alright back there?”
Her response? “I’m possessed, and there are demons all over the place!”
Now, I’m intrigued, right? So, I ask, “What kind of demons are we talking about here? Are they Chinese, Mexican, or maybe even English? And, by the way, what’s their colour, and how many are we dealing with?”
She looks at me like I just asked the meaning of life. But she replies, “There are eight of them, and they’re giving me a hard time.”
Now, here’s where it gets real. While I’m driving, I decide to pull over. She’s baffled, asking, “Why are we stopping?”
I hit her with, “Listen, this cab can only carry four passengers. So, you’ll have to send at least half of those demons packing. We can’t be breaking taxi regulations here.”
She’s stunned, like, “You what?” But after a moment, she’s like, “Oh, they’ve jumped out the window. There are none left now.”
And there you have it – sanity restored in a taxi