A man got into a taxi at the airport and sat in the back seat.
After a few minutes of driving in complete silence, the man realized he forgot to tell the driver his hotel’s name.
He leaned forward and gently tapped the taxi driver on the shoulder to get his attention.
The driver let out a blood-curdling scream, lost control of the car, swerved across four lanes of traffic, missed a tour bus by inches, and finally slammed the brakes, stopping just a hair away from a massive concrete wall.
For a full minute, there was dead silence in the taxi. Both men were shaking violently, breathing heavily.
The driver turned around, his face pale as a ghost, and yelled: “My God, sir! Don’t ever do that again! You scared the living daylights out of me!”
The passenger, deeply apologetic and terrified, stammered: “I… I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you. I just lightly tapped your shoulder!”
The driver wiped the sweat from his forehead, sighed deeply, and said: “Look, sir, it’s not your fault. Today is my very first day driving a taxi.”
The passenger asked: “Oh, really? What did you do before this?”
The driver replied: “For the last 25 years, I was the driver for a hearse carrying d*ad bodies!”
