Dear Mr. Taxi Man,
Thank you for picking me up. It can be hard to find an empty taxi.
I can take your putrid body odor amidst the stifling heat. However, positioning you extra mirror that’s intended for parents to see their children at a particular body part of mine is not cool. Worse is getting annoyed with me when I put my bag in front of that particular body part. But the final straw was when you craned your neck to try to see around my bag and then almost hit another car. At times persistence is a welcome trait. In this case, though, it was creepy and annoying. I would appreciate it if you would concentrate driving and leave me alone.
A weirded out patron