I Married a Taxi Driver Out of Spite—Then a Photo the Next Day Completely Changed Everything

a taxi. Not an Uber. I wanted something impersonal, something that wouldn’t ask me to leave five stars afterward. The car that pulled up was an older black sedan, the kind with a faint smell of leather and old coffee ground into the upholstery.

The driver was a gentleman. He got out to open the door for me, and that’s when I noticed he was tall, with continue reading …