Word portrait: Taxi driver

My Sikh taxi driver yesterday sat comfortably chatting with me in his car. A twinkle in is eye, made me feel as if he really enjoyed my business. His light gray turban contrasted nicely with a darker gray pants suit. As we got stuck in traffic I noticed him looking in the rear view mirror. A glance back at traffic, we weren't going anywhere, and then back to the mirror. Clearly this was a prime opportunity to work on his grooming, pulling and twisting on his mustache until he was satisfied that the upward curl was at just the right angle, the tips in line with base of his nose. With a satisfied nod his attention went back to the traffic and I was left feeling a little like a voyeur.