Sunday, June 19, 2016
After a frustrating week trying to encourage another round of funding from the firm’s Asian investors, Keith was ready to go home. The driver seemed in good spirits on the way to the airport, despite the heavy traffic. The man kept smiling as he dropped Keith off and helped with the luggage. Then he got back into the cab and stared at Keith directly in the eyes and saying a phrase that roughly translated to “Have a nice day.” Suddenly, Keith found himself behind the wheel and in the body of the middle aged Asian cab driver. He felt compelled to drive for a while and take a few fares before pulling up to a run down apartment in the town slums. Keith found a journal detailing the magic taxi and it’s body swapping curse. So many different drivers writing so many different notes in so many languages. Keith waited for the right fare. It wasn’t so much a matter of who as a matter of where. It took about a month before the young woman stepped in and asked to go to the airport. Keith smiled the entire way. Much like his own trip, there was traffic. He didn’t care that he was soon going to be a woman; he just wanted out of this place. When they finally arrived at the airport, he was ready as he spoke the same words. “Have a nice day,” He said with a smile and a twinkle in his eye. In the next instant, he swapped with the woman. He didn’t know anything about her, but he was excited as he thought about leaving.