Taxi

"Been busy tonight, mate?"
The driver looked in his mirror at the man in the back. He was wearing an expensive suit and he'd picked him up at that fancy cocktail place in town. Clearly he had a good bit of money.
"Not too bad, steady away."
He wanted to tell the man to fuck off. Using stock questions to try and seem like one of the guys? That's what arseholes do, but he bit his lip.
"What time do you knock off?"
Now he waanted to pull over, get out and give the suit a good hiding. But a rich man might give a good tip, so he had to play along.
"Midnight, mate."
He turned into the road where the man wanted to be. Quite fancy houses around here.
"Just up here on the left, mate."
The taxi stopped.
"That's £7.80 please, mate."
The man in the suit dumped a mass of coins in the driver's hands.
"Keep the change, mate."
"Cheers."
He got out and disappeared into a house.
The driver counted it. He counted it again just to be sure. He'd been given £7.90. What a bastard.