This is a story about my friend Rob, and the thing he met while traveling. It looked like a living, breathing woman, yet all the events that befell him after meeting it in Hong Kong lead me to believe that whatever it was wasn't human at all.
It was raining that day, and Rob needed to catch a taxi from his business meeting back to his hotel. He managed to flag one down and was stepping in when a woman stepped into the same cab from the other side. The woman was gorgeous, and her rain-soaked clothing revealed a sexy silhouette. Rob agreed to split the cab ride with her, and off they went.
Rob recalled to me how he almost felt hypnotized by the woman's green eyes as they rode in the cab making chit-chat. By the time they got to her stop, Rob was feeling confident and asked for the woman's phone number. She smiled and and agreed to give it to him. Despite having just left a meeting, Rob, to his dismay, realized that while he had a pen, he had no paper. The woman said this was not a problem, and proceeded to write her phone number on the palm of his hand. Then she gave him an innocent smile, said, "Call me soon," and walked away in the rain.
Rob was determined to call her, and resolved to do so once he got back to his hotel room. When he asked the cab driver to go on, the man just stared. When Rob asked what was wrong, the driver said, "You're not getting out here?"
"No, this was her stop, not mine," Rob replied.
"Whose?"
"The woman that just got out."
"What woman?" the driver asked.
Rob thought the driver was either playing a game with him or was somehow trying to be respectful of his privacy. "Never mind," he said. "Just take me to my hotel."
"What woman?" the driver asked again. "Were you talking to someone on your phone?"
"Just drive," Rob said, and looked at the phone number written on his palm. Then he held up his palm to the driver's rearview mirror and said. "The woman that wrote this number. Didn't you see her?"
The driver explained that he had only seen Rob get into his cab and no one else.
At that point, Rob said he was shocked and unnerved, because the driver seemed completely truthful and somewhat puzzled by Rob's insistence that there had been someone else riding in the cab. Hadn't he heard her chatting with Rob in the back seat? Rob was so disturbed that he decided not to call the mysterious woman after all, but instead chose to just wash the number from his palm and forget anything happened.
The difficulty was, the number would not come off...
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