[I open the cab door and spot a quarter balanced on the bottom door frame ledge]
(Handing it to the driver)
Me: Oh look, a quarter. It’s your lucky day.
Driver: No. You should have that quarter it is lucky for you. You found it.
Me: But I want you to have it. You have to drive around all day. I don’t need a lucky quarter.
Driver: It is for you. That is a lucky quarter.
Me: But it’s probably dirty. It was on the door ledge.
Driver: You think I like dirty things? That’s why I should take it?
Me: Well no. I was just making an excuse for you to take it. This is a very difficult quarter to get rid of.
Driver: That’s a bad excuse
(smelly man walks by wearing a tattered hat and jacket. I hand him the quarter. He takes it)
Me: (to driver) I just gave it to that guy.
Driver: Now we can both be lucky.
Me: Have a good day.