Today's taxi ride

As I jumped into today's taxi, the driver said “Welcome missy!” and I felt so happy. The radio was off, the phone was not attached to his ear, and he said thank you about ten times before we set off.

I really needed that kind of refuge this morning, too – the little boy in my building who recently told me I was very big decided to go one step further, asking me during our usual lift ride, “Are you a witch?”

I almost replied “Yes and I am going to put a curse on you” but I decided against it. Although as I was waiting in the middle of the street between roadworks, speeding buses, trams, and trolleys full of dried seafood deliveries, I was already drawing up the recipe. “Tail of newt, fin of shark, tail of turtle...”

Cackle cackle...