At first, I looked too poor to him and he wanted me to pay upfront my ride. I protested and got in and i paid at the end, a price I fixed with him before we left. He was very nice but judged me by my clothes. As we were getting closer to home, he marvelled at the neighborhoods we  crossed.  He seemed totally surprised and happy when we got to my place. How nice! he kept saying. ah ah ah. One myth debunked: poor people dont pay their cab fare!