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On Fashion Choices

I hung out with New Guy last night and since it was kind of late when we parted ways New Guy insisted that I take a cab home. I didn’t have any cash for the cab so he slipped me a $20 as I got into the cab. This prompted the following conversation between the cab driver and me:

Cab Driver: So, did he give you enough money?
Joy: Yes.
Cab Driver: That’s nice that they pay for your ride home
Joy: Um, yes
Cab Driver: Is that on top of your normal price?
Joy: Normal price…?
Cab Driver: Yeah, you know, your hourly rate
Joy: My hourly rate…?
Cab Driver: Do you charge an hourly rate or do you just charge by the night or the experience or something?
Joy: What are you talking about?
Cab Driver: You know, your cost. And how does someone arrange something with you? Do you work for yourself, or do you have someone who manages your clientele for you?

It was around that time that I realized he thought I was a prostitute. I need to stop wearing short skirts to work.