"Out!" I told her, grabbing her arm and tugging on it (but not very hard - it was more of a gesture, really). "Get out of this cab right now and get right to the back of the line where you belong, you cheeky little so-and-so." Actually, she wasn't little at all. She must have out-talled me by a nearly foot (I am short) and outweighed me by a fair few pounds (let's just say she was well padded), and for one moment I thought she was going to either laugh in my face and push me out of the cab, or take a swing at me. Or both.