Follow that Cab!

As soon as Brett was able, he hailed another taxi.

“Follow that cab!” He told the driver as he pointed to another taxi ahead.

“Which one?” The driver asked, “There’s like a million of them.”

“The one ahead making the left hand turn,” He instructed.

“I’m not sure I can -- ”

“Please!”

“Are you a cop or something? Let me see your badge.”

“No, and I know this is going to sound crazy, but this woman’s body isn’t mine. Just a moment ago I was in the body of the driver of that taxi, and a week before that I had a wonderful life as a hedge fund manager. There’s something about that taxi that swaps bodies, and the only hope I have of getting back in my own body is by getting back in that cab! Please!”

“It’s too late. Sorry, Ma’am. I lost it.”

“I guess I better get used to being called Ma’am,” Brett sighed to himself.