A case of mistaken identity

Hurrying to catch my flight, I jumped into the first cab outside the domestic terminal. “International terminal, quickly!” I barked. On the way I realised this wasn’t a taxi. It was just some unsuspecting man who’d just dropped off someone when I ambushed him with my attitude and luggage. When he pulled up, all I could do was throw the poor guy $20 and give him an awkward “Thanks”. He never said a word, just gave a wink and a smile.

Amanda Palmer