The Toenail Tax(i)

I was second in line in a row of taxis at a major hospital. A couple of women went to the taxi in front of me, looked in, and then walked to my taxi.

Woman: “Is it okay if we prefer driving with you?”

Me: “Sure, but what’s wrong with the one in front?”

Woman: “He is sitting in his driver’s seat, busy clipping his toenails.”