The Donut Ring (Part 2)

I have always pay more for things that I buy. Like the Bluebird watch I had. Which was stolen. And the shoes I am wearing. I buy them out of embarrassment. My whole life is an embarrassment.

The taxi driver helps me to put the yellow case in the trunk. Then we get into the taxi, which really isn't a taxi. It is a sport car in purple color.

"Is this your car?" I clear my throat.

"Ya" says the taxi driver. "Ya,ya" he repeats. He puts the gear into the drive position and steps on the gas. And while he is doing that, he also winks at one of the trolley guys. Like they have some kind of deal. Or maybe even a bet. To bet he could take someone who is willing to pay 70 dollars perhaps. I don't know.

"I work here at the airport" grins the taxi driver. "I take care of the trolleys"

I look at him and suddenly remember what the wink was all about.

"I work for the night shift" he says. "So this is like a part time"

I nod and keep quiet. What do I know anymore? Just bring me safe to the where I am going.

"Where are you from?" he looks over at me. And I quickly raise my eyes on the road. Because he isn't.

"Dumbville" I say and keep my eyes on the traffic.

"Oh Dumbville!" he says. "But you don't sound like you are from Dumville?"

I slow down my thoughts as he is over taking the car in front. "Uhm, I am actually born here."

"Lady driver" he looks over at the car he is over taking. He starts to say something but changes his mind.

He gives his head a little shake. "What do you do?"

I wish I could figure this out. I don't know really. But "Advertising" I say.

"Ah, advertising" he nods. "What are you doing here?"

"I am returning this thing at the back" with my thumb pointing at the trunk.

"What is it?" he looks over at me as if it is my fault not to tell him what it is. I don't know. Or maybe I am just too sensitive after what happened this morning.

Anyway, "Donut Ring" I say. What else could I say? It has to be a Donut Ring.