Heather takes a ride in a cab and listens to some prerecorded messages
intended to make her ride a little more comfortable.
Author's Notes
My shortest story to date. The last time I visited New York City,
the taxicabs all had pre-recorded messages that played at the beginning
and end of rides. The mind-control possibilities didn't occur to
me until one evening at home when I saw an attractive woman getting into
a cab. Two days later I submitted this story to the the EMCSA.
My good friend Cal O'Shaw came up with the title, a play on An Affair
to Remember.