TAXI by 'Mide Benedict

 'Taxi' you shouted into hot air. placing you leg on your ghana-must-go bag, you shouted again. Finally one came around with four men in it, two behind and in front.
'Seat in the middle', one said ' I want the fresh air.'
No big deal. You got in and the car was soon on motion.
Seeing a sanitation vehicle, you ordered the driver to stop, but he refused.
Surprisingly, you were in an unknown place. Your wallet was still intact, but the bag was gone and laughter hooked you.
'Fools! Waste paper thieves! Dusting yourself, you got up, and continuously murmuring. "Thank you," you went your way.