The rogue driver, a burly man with a gold chain and a permanent scowl, saw the canary-yellow tuktuk pull up perpendicular to his path. His eyes widened. He knew that color.
“Meter’s broken,” she said, standing up. “Fix it, or that wheel comes off at your next turn. And I’ll be watching.” tuktukpatrol
The elderly man climbed into Chhotu , and Rina drove him home for free. The rogue driver, a burly man with a