Father: *to Mr Cole* A cab? A cab? You blasphemous heathen. It's a taxi, brother of Christy, a taxi. Have you no manners. *marching out of the airport* Oh, and kids, grab the luggage will you...*waiting at the side of the street* Oh Taxi! Hello, yahoo! *waving* *taxi goes by* Darn blasted Cab Driver...
(OOC: I am SO sorry for my absence all the time! It is no fault of mine!!!)