“Is this taxi free?” she asked.
“Sure is, Fliss.”
She jumped in. At the end of the journey, he said, “That’ll be £8.00, please.”
Fliss got out. “You said your cab was free, Jimmy.” She set off without even looking round.
“I always knew you were mean, Fliss!” Jimmy called after her. “It’s time the rest of the world did, too!!” She flicked a finger at him.
The following morning she awoke to discover a figure of 8 in weedkiller on her front lawn.