The cab pulled to a stop in front of Gram’s house. “I’ll carry your bags up to the porch,” the driver said.
“You are kind, young man.” Gram paid him the amount on the meter plus a generous tip.
“Thank you, ma’am,” he said, smiling broadly. “I hope you and your granddaughter have a lovely summer.”
Robin giggled. “Imagine the stories he hears. I’ll bet most passengers don’t pay any more attention to him than I did all the way home. Do you think that’s rude?”
It was Gram’s turn to laugh. “No, Sweetheart. I don’t think so. I believe the best cab drivers pretend to be part of the vehicle, unless the passenger engages them in conversation.
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