Before my last breath

🚙Cabby🚗

Home, finally home. Whilst I was in the taxi, all I could think about was food. The smell of oil and fries were filling my nose as I imagined myself stuffing my face. I could imagine that, right? It's not like I am actually doing it. I look up at the cab driver. He is turning around to ask for cash. But wait, something is not right. His head. It's..its.. a burger. His head was a burger! And to make it even worse it was my favourite kind. It's filled with cheese, ham, ketchup, mayonnaise, pickles, onions and obviously without salad! It's like it's calling me over to eat it, there is oil running out of the juicy meat. I lean forward to try and eat it, but as I do that the sound of a horn awakes me out of my food trance. The driver is just staring at me. God, what do I say. I can't say that I saw a burger as his head, he would think that I was crazy. And let me reassure you, I am not crazy. That is, I don't think I am...
I open my mouth to say something intelligent but the words that come out of my mouth are.

"I was looking at the crumbs in your beard."

What the hell. Look you are probably thinking that its not that bad, but I have not finished. The man driving does not have a beard. He is in fact completely bald! Shit! Oh no, what do I say, this is so awkward.

"Hahaha. Nice one!"

Few, I guess he thought it was funny, I betta go along with it.

"Haha yeh, here is your cash."

I hand him my card. He scans it and gives it back to me.

"I like you house that you bought."

What? I did not buy my house! Ohhhh, I get it, we are making jokes about each other.

"Ummm.. nice hair." I reply back

"Hahah, nice moustache."

"Hey I do not have a moustache!" I say this, to make the jokes come to an end. This is because I am so hungry I am literally going to eat myself.

"Okie darling, have a nice lunch."

"You to."

"Nice hair style, bye." He waves at me and drives away.

That's funny. I am not a fan of my hair. But I love it when people make complements about it. I take my hair out of my hair band because I was feeling super confident. If the cab driver likes it, then I like it and other people will just have to deal with that. I walk up my driveway swishing my hair side to side. I could do this. I will feel great about how I look.

"Wait a damn minute!" I suddenly realised that we were joking about each other. Gosh I was so dumb. He meant it as a joke. So, that meant that he did not like my hair!

"Uhhhhhhhhh." I grunted struggling to tie my hair up. I just end up stuffing it into my hood which I already have pulled over my head. I then sling the jeans over my shoulder and storm into my house. I slam the front door and run up to my bedroom.