I burped a few times and the driver looked at me in his rear view mirror.
“It’s £40 if you throw up on my seats.”
I burped again.
Thankfully;
I was able to hold it down until we stopped outside my house.
Another enormous burp escaped my lips.
The driver assessed me once more and said,
“That’ll be…£150, then mate.”
At that moment;
I vomited everywhere, all over his seats, all over the floor of the taxi.
He was raging.
“You fucking idiot!” he screamed.
“Absolute imbecile!”
I reached into my wallet and said,
“Here’s your £40, thanks for the lift,” and hopped out the taxi.
