"Are you fuckin’ blind?!”
For the sake of the act, I stomped out of my taxi and started yelling at the motorcyclist, completely ignoring his drunken apologies. I thought that doing this would divert the policewoman’s attention, but I was wrong.
She pulled me away from the driver and then squatted down to check what had fallen.
My heart started pounding so hard that I thought it would jump out of my chest. I had nowhere to run now because a crowd had gathered around us.
“What is this?” she asked, looking up at me with a wary look.
"It’s a box of fruit,” I responded as calmly as I could. “Thought I ought to give my relative a thank you gift for the TV, y’know?”
It was taking everything I had to maintain composure. I could only hope that this was another test, and there was only fruit
