Helen grumbled when dispatch sent her on a fifteen-mile drive to pick up a couple in the suburbs. It was a half-hour before the end of her shift, November and already winter cold in Montreal. She wanted to soak in a bath, watch tv. But City Cab made it clear. You took calls or you looked for another job. After fifteen years, she still hated being told what to do. Just once, she’d like to tell dispatch to shove it.
Penny Candy
