One night at 3am I took a cab and asked the driver to take me home.
I was playing with my phone for a while. Then after about 20 minutes I raised my eyes and realized we were in a bad part of the city and noticed we were heading to some suspicious garage in the middle of nowhere.
Immediately I took out my nail file – the only sharp object I had that I could potentially use as a weapon.
At this moment the taxi driver stopped the car, stretched his back and looked in the rear view mirror.
“Arrrr, who the hell are you?”
It turned out he had completely forgotten he had a passenger!
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