Taxi drivers run the gamut of clientele outside motels but it’s a hotspot for business and this night-shift driver just lucked out. A very beautiful, 20 year old young woman, in a low cut top, climbs into the backseat. A smell hits the driver. She’s holding two giant take out bags of fried chicken. Great. A new, horrible air freshener. Suddenly she urges him, “Hurry! Go fast! I’m being chased! I’ll give you cash!! Go, go, go!” The driver steps on the gas out of instinct, frantically glancing back in his rearview. The woman leans back, takes a deep breath, snaps a picture, and then just starts scrolling on her phone like every other fare. Her demeanor seems relaxed now? The ride was different but not outrageous. Still, the driver doesn’t stop thinking about it. The fried chicken grease smell. The weird urgency and then the lack thereof. Was she lying about the chase so he would drive faster, getting her home before her chicken went cold??