Not Until It's Over

After driving that damned taxi every day for the past two weeks, Jake figured he deserved a break. He knew what the taxi could do, so he waited for the perfect passenger. That’s when he saw her at the curb with a bunch of suitcases. When she asked to go to the airport, he knew she was the right one. He asked a few questions about where she was going and her plans. She answered a little reluctantly; it seemed she wasn’t interested in having a conversation with a cab driver. Jake didn’t care. She smiled when he dropped her off, wishing her a nice day. The next thing he knew, he was in her body. He smiled devilishly as he looked at the face he had for two weeks before his own life had been taken from him by the previous driver. He tried not to feel too guilty. After all, Jake felt like he deserved this vacation. It was going to be a great month in a great body. He hadn’t actually thought much beyond that. Once the vacation was over, what sort of job would he have? in hindsight, he realized that he probably should’ve asked these sorts of questions as well. But he wasn’t going to even think about any of that until vacation was over.