Exasperated, she stood next to more than a dozen empty auto-rickshaws and tried to flag down yet another one unsuccessfully, screaming out her destination. The rickshaw-wala slowed down near her, then looked at her with disgust, muttering at the waste of his ten seconds spent listening to her useless destination, and was about to speed off when with a quiet thump, he slumped down in his seat, motionless.
“Sorry. I guess I just don’t take rejection too well.”
And with that, she dragged the rickshaw with the limp bloody body near the others, and stood again to flag down the next one.