An Unusual Passenger

One dismal rainy night in London, a taxi driver spotted an arm waving from the shadows of an alley halfway down the block.

Even before he rolled to a stop at the curb, a figure leaped into the cab and slammed the door. Checking his rear view mirror as he pulled away, he was startled to see a dripping wet, naked woman sitting in the back seat.

“Where to?” he stammered.

“King’s Cross,” answered the woman.

“You got it,” he said, taking another long glance in the mirror.

The woman caught him staring at her and asked, “Just what the hell are you looking at driver?”

“Well madam,” he answered, “I was just wondering how you’ll pay your fare.”

The woman spread her legs, put her feet up on the front seat, smiled at the driver and said, “Does this answer your question?”

Still looking in the mirror, the cabby asked, “Got anything smaller?”