A man got into the cab.
“To Vancouver, BC, please.”
The cab driver stopped the meter.
“Sir, we’re in Seattle, Washington. I’d rather not cross the border.”
“I’ll pay you for your time of course.”
“That’s not the issue, Sir. It’s company pol—”
The man waved his hand and brought out his checkbook. He clicked his pen by tapping the back of it on the checks.
“How much?”
“Excuse me?”
“How much? I’d like to go to Vancouver, and I’ll compensate you off the record for your time. So, how much?”
The cabdriver pondered this.
“Keep your money. Get out.”
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