The Taxify driver was an Adonis – dark, lean muscled, well groomed. He smelled nice.
He had an aristocratic mien that speaks of years in the embrace of authority. He was tempered and beautifully spoken.
His phone kept ringing. He kept rejecting the call.
I looked over at him.
He was frowning.
The call came again.
“It’s okay, you can pick the call,” I said.
“Thank you sir, but I know who it is.”
“Tell them you will call them later then.”
“No sir. They will get tired.”
“But doesn’t it disturb you?”
“I am used to it. Female riders who don’t know that the ride is over once I end the trip. They’ll keep harassing me for what I can’t give.”
It took me a moment to figure it out.
“Seriously?” I said.
“The kind of offers I get from all kinds of ladies, you will be shocked. This ring doesn’t even deter them.” He raised his hand and the wedding band glimmered. Then he continued, “But I am here to work and not goof around. I don’t joke with my marriage.”
I was impressed. “Wow.”
“If I am a lady, wouldn’t this be called sexual harassment at the work place?”
“For sure,” I agreed.
He went quiet for a while as he drove on.
The mid morning breezed by.
Then he sighed before he spoke again. “Well I guess sometimes it sucks to be a man.”
The phone began ringing again.
Written by Jude Idada