Night Shift Magic

The walk home. No wait, I mean the taxi home. As I turned onto Tooting Bec Road I figured walking would be the only option at 2am. No buses, that much was certain, and taxis are few. But a man was standing outside the taxi office and as he turned to look at me he waved. I looked behind me, no point waving if there was someone behind me, but there was no one. I waved back.

The last taxi driver in Tooting was on his way home. "I saw you coming and know you're a regular. I thought you might need a taxi." He needed no directions, just the five minute drive and a four minute chat about the weather. I tipped big. I got home, and he set off to his.