Keep the car

I’m a taxi driver, Oprah is my first, and only fare. Applause. During the ride to Harpo she reads me excruciatingly bad poetry. Applause. I ask her not to because I am deaf, but that's a lie. She reads anyway, presses a hand to her heart and dabs at tears. So do I. Applause. Her fare is one hundred and ten dollars. She gives me two hundred and tells me to keep the car. Applause. Looks around cab to see where applause is coming from.