Taxi person: It's hot today.
Grumpy E@L (nods and mumbles something along the lines of...): Of course it's hot! It's hot every day! We are in the frackin' tropics you silly taxi person.
Taxi person: $6.70 please.
Grumpy E@L feeling guilty, her stupidity is not her fault, passes $7) 'Sokay, keep the change.
Taxi person Thank you sir, have a good day.
Less Grumpy E@L (almost pleasantly): Yeah, you too.
Taxi pulls away.
E@L (holds up hands against the blazing sun): Fuck it's hot!
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