I’m in the Exponential Growth Cab.
My driver?
A man of mystery.
A silent prophet with a calculator that runs on sacred geometry.
Because today’s fare comes with a 1.6X multiplier
…for “Extras.”
Extras?
What extras?
Spiritual acceleration?
Metaphysical seat warmers?
A complimentary midlife awakening?
Scam?
Probably.
But listen — if you’re gonna scam me, at least do it with elegance.
Do it with Fibonacci.
Besides, I’m not mad.
That 1.6X hit me different.
Golden Ratio, baby. The same number that shaped the pyramids, nautilus shells, and apparently… London taxi tolls.
So yeah, I’m going to happily pay it.
Because this ain’t just a ride.
This is divine math in motion. Exactly where I’m supposed to be.