Dari sat in the back of the cab with Minna. Both fuming with anger...The rain poured down strumming a steady beat on the roof. Both soaked to the gills, with wet hair plastered to their faces. The cab driver looked in the rear view mirror at the two women. Both pouting like spoiled children. Through steamed windows, he eased into the traffic carefully, when suddenly another cab nearly rammed into them. Both ladies thrown forward, screamed at the sudden jolt which seemed o bring them to their senses.
"It's all your fault," accused Dari, sending darts with her eyes, spittle from her mouth.
"Will you please not spit on me when you talk," said Minna beligerently, wiping the spittle from her already rain drenched face. "And, Missy, it was not my fault that you got us fired. Your idea of a presentation was lousy. What's wrong with you? I know there's no love lost between us, but c'omon."
"You're absolutely correct in your assesment, I don't like you, never have, never will. You didn't help matters, you were late to the meeting, that's why I had to wing it...you had ALL of the information," she shouted back at her, moving closer and in her face.
"Ladies, ladies, came the fervent plea from the cabby. "Must you act in this manner," he said in his lilting african voice.
They looked at him and disbelief, and said in unison..."Let me off at the next corner!"
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