“Do you know where Little Tokyo is?”
“It’s four or five blocks away from here, sir.”
“Could you take me to there?”
“Right away. It’ll be twenty bucks, sir?”
“Are you kidding? It’s too expensive! Are you really sure that you want to charge me twenty bucks only for five blocks?”
“That’s exactly what you are asking for, sir.”
“Forget it. I’ll walk.”
“But it’s raining, sir.”
“I don’t care if the rain soaks through my underwear, I’ll walk! I am as strong as a giant, so go away!” I spit at the sidewalk challengingly.
“All right. As you wish, sir,” he drove away.
“So that’s it! This is the American way of welcoming me, namely, asking me twenty bucks for five blocks’ ride!” I shouted at the taxi wheeling away at the top of my lungs.