<em>Why the hell is he so interested in my trip to the museum?</em>--this was her first thought. But then again, here was an open invitation to complain. Who was she to reject such an offer?<br/><br/>She found the taxi driver's wink to be slightly off-putting, but she chalked it down to his eccentricity--eccentricity, which she supposed, she should be grateful towards. After all, most taxi drivers wouldn't even have considered taking on a passenger with no money in her pocket. It was too difficult, anyhow, to keep questioning her luck. Sure, she could have been suspicious, and analyzed his every statement and gesture. But she was tired and she wanted to believe that nothing was wrong.<br/><br/>So she did. Besides, she loved telling a good story.<br/><br/>"Have you ever been inside that museum, by the way? It's rather famous. I used to work there. Fourteen months, in fact, until I quit last week. Ridiculous thing is, for all the time I spent in there, I never went past the second floor,"<br/><br/>She paused, waiting for him to ask the obligatory question.