Disclaimer: I own nothing and only borrowed the characters for a little while.
Singh pulled up to the kerb.
His fare were amongst the group standing on the footpath, hugging people in those last frantic goodbyes. Slightly impatient, he resisted the urge to stick his head out the window and shout at his passengers to just bloody get in.
"Oh well." He tried to placate himself. "Keep the meter running."
A couple finally pulled themselves free and he took stock of who was his charge for the time they deemed to pay him.
As they opened the back door, Singh's eyes shot up into his hairline: the young woman – girl really – was dressed in a short black dress with long sleeves, and to add insult to the imagery, she was clearly days from her expectant date, her belly swollen and jutting forward.
"Entirely inappropriate," he thought with disgust.
He completely ignored her as he looked over his shoulder to the muscular blonde-haired man with a pointed look.
Said man provided the destination in an authoritative voice.
Singh turned back to the front, but not without a minor sniff. He didn't need to be ordered: a simple request would have sufficed.
Pulling out into traffic, he spared a glance at his passengers in the rearview mirror. Via splashes of light through the indeterminate streetlights, he saw that the pregnant girl had taken the middle seat and was curled up into the man's side.
He seemed to be welcoming it too.
Don't get him wrong: he thought the sole purpose of women was to bring forth children, but they should keep to their home and not be put on display out in public.
This female was a disgrace.
Stopping at traffic lights not long after, he fiddled with his sat nav. Lights green, he took off once again.
Making a turn onto the highway, he almost overshot the ramp when his eyes caught the behaviour of those in his back seat: no longer were they sitting side by side – the pregnant one was almost in the lap of the man.
And not only this, their hands were upon each other in the most inappropriate places, she at his chest and he low on her back.
He felt his anger boiling as he increased his speed to 100.
He almost braked and ordered them out of his car when they began to kiss.
It wasn't just the chaste coming together of lips either: it was what he'd heard called 'heavy petting', their lips sucking at each other, their bodies shifting and moving as hands roamed.
He couldn't hide his disgust.
What had the standards of society dropped to now? What place had he moved his women and children to?
Pulling into the street ten minutes later, the backseat show only stopped as he easily sourced number 45 and pulled into the driveway of the house with the outside light on. He kept the motor running as he pressed the button to calculate his fee.
He grunted the fare and was given exactly $2.70 extra.
"Stingy," his mind spat out angrily as they stepped out of his car.
He paused a moment before leaving and saw his passengers before the house, highlighted in his beams. The girl was yawning with her shoes in hand, her pregnant belly starkly apparent in profile as the man fished for the keys.
It was now he saw them clearly: age was difficult to ascertain in dimly lit environment. The man was in his late 30s and the woman younger, just 20s.
"Well, at least something is right here," he concluded, pleased as he saw the couple enter the house and he backed out of the driveway.
Finito.