The Doctor (is not a Doctor)

Just a few recent passengers.
Sobbing in the back of the car. Split up from her husband after 15 years and had just dropped her young son off for his couple of days with dad for the first time.

Another split up from her Arab husband after 10 years and two kids, he buggered of back abroad with a new citizenship and both kids who she now never sees.

A little domestic starting to kick off. She had done him a favour and gone to the cash point for him the day before and he'd now gone there himself to find less than there should have been, not happy. Parting line as the row went indoors "Never trust'em with yer cashcard mate"

The usual I'm just picking something up from me mates trip except I drop him at what seems to be his work, a care home.

New students out on the lash for the first time, eyes wider than a three year old in a sweet shop. Towns full of them at this time of year. Loads in fancy dress, this week we've had PE kit and Togas.

A guy just dropping a 20 off to his mate on the way somewhere, repaying a loan or settling one, gets back in and says "He's not happy, he didn't want me to give him that in front of her ( partner leaning against door jamb) he reckons she'll go and drink it now."

A woman going into the hospital as her sister was on the critical list after an operation, long term cancer patient. Her son was in the same hospital waiting for a brain scan having had seven bells kicked out him the night before just for walking home after a night out.

None of the journeys were more than 15 mins.
What do you think, some confessional curtains or a list of consultancy fees dangling from the rear view mirror.