I was waiting in line for a ride at the airport. When a cab pulled up, the first thing I noticed was the taxi was polished to a bright shine. Smartly dressed in a white shirt, black tie, and

I was waiting in line for a ride at the airport. When a cab pulled up, the first thing I noticed was the taxi was polished to a bright shine. Smartly dressed in a white shirt, black tie, and sunglasses, the driver stepped out and opened the door for me with a flourish.

“Welcome, sir!” he said in a thick accent, “I’ve got a top-notch ride for you today, guaranteed to be the smoothest, fastest, most luxurious trip you’ve ever had!”

I looked at the car, slightly confused, then at him. "Are you sure this is a taxi?" I asked. "It looks more like a limo."

He grinned widely. “Ah, sir, that’s the magic of my service! In my cab, you’re treated like a king!”

I climbed in, still not convinced, and we started down the road. The whole time, the driver was talking about how this was the best car, the best route, and the best experience ever. After a few minutes, I finally asked, “How much is this ride going to cost me?”

He glanced at me in the rearview mirror and said, “For you, sir, it’s a special price… $50.”

I frowned a little. "Fifty? For a taxi ride?"

The driver winked and said, “Don’t worry, sir. I’ll even throw in a complimentary car wash, just for you!”