I clutched my tummy, climbed in awkwardly and asked the driver to take me to Prenctice Women’s Hospital (the spot in the city where babies are born)
He whipped around. Eyes-wide. HUGE smile.
No, No. Not me! Not yet, at least. I assured him. I’m just going to visit a friend.
For a moment, I could see genuine disappointment cross his face. This dude totally thought today was his day to be the hero taxi-driver who delivers a woman in labor to the hospital stoop…maybe even helps her inside as she mouth breathes her way through contractions.
And for a moment, I was sort of bummed that I couldn’t be that fare.