Summary
I was running late for work, so I had no choice but to hail a premium ride.
As it turned out, the driver was my boss.
Under the starlight headliner of his Rolls-Royce, we stared at each other in stunned silence.
He raised an eyebrow and asked, “Aren’t you running late?”
Me: …
Later, he docked my pay.
So, I gave him a one-star review.