The driver could see it in her eyes from the rearview mirror that she was pissed off, his attempts at cheering up a customer had not only proven to be futile, rather it had awoken the dragon. He could only pray they got to the destination quicker, but it was already too late for such prayer as she had begun raining the barrage of insults and his repetitive "sorry ma'am" seemed to fall on deaf ears.
He knew the jokes were lame, but was it that bad to warrant such hostility,
"she's just having a really shitty day", he thought to himself as he tried to focus his eyes completely on the road before him and try as much as possible to avert his eyes from meeting the eyes spewing fire in the backseat through the mirror.
She had her eyes back on the road looking through the half open window beside her, her nails tapping each other to create subtle clacking sounds, a habit of hers that tend to happen when she was angry, or in this case, raging.
She was in her head about how she had gone all out against the cab driver, who in all truth, was just trying his possible best to cheer her up. It was unlike her, but she was not going to apologize at least not with the current anger she was feeling.
It was as if she had it in for the cab man, she tapped her nails together even more, she hadn't meant the string of insults she had directed at the man.
She looked back into the rearview mirror to look much closely at the man,
He had the sort of eyebrows that needed some urgent shaving, and a weird mustache that made him look somewhat like a hipster, but asides that he looked pretty good. He looked like he was in his early-thirties, probably thirty three at the most, she guessed.
She could remember him telling her he was of Mexican descent, as a way of making conversation, but she had not responded which she thought he would take as a cue to leave her alone.
She redirected her eyes back to the swft passing buildings even though her mind wasn't on the beauty of the swiftly passing greenery nor the humans. The flames of her anger were rekindled, as her mind wandered back to what put her in so foul a mood.
'That bastard, that moron, that ...' She thought as her mind went over today's incident, the fault was actually from Harry, the guy who had handled the printers.
This caused her to mess up her presentation earning her an earful from her boss who had asked for the errors to be completely rectified today.
The cab came to a halt, signalling for her to alight, The driver's prayer had been answered as he could no longer bear the terribly awkward silence that hung in the car ever since her outburst.
She alighted, purse in hand, and turned back to the driver
"I'm deeply sorry I insulted you like that, I don't even know what to say, I'm sorry, it's just been a really rough day"
"Apology accepted, it happens" he said
"and it's probably that time of the month again " he added at the end, his voice an octave lower.
"What'd you just say to me?!" before she she could speak any further, he had zoomed off.
This had her seething in anger, she wished she could catch him, teach him a lesson or two.
She calmed herself down, as she turned to go into the building which was her destination, the bank.
On entering, all she could see was a long line of people where she was exactly headed.
"As if today couldn't get any worse" she mumbled in exasperation.