Cheryl Wagner stepped out of the taxi into a bright and sunny Monday morning.
She had strolled for just less than a minute towards Sauer Street when it dawned on the receptionist for Business Report that she had left her handbag in the taxi.
Distressed, she ran back to the informal taxi rank between the Queen Elizabeth and Nelson Mandela bridges.
Her whole life was in that handbag: her ID book, her driver's licence, her wallet and even her last lipstick. She said a little prayer.
The driver was gone. She spotted the monitor of the taxi association, who was holding a clipboard.
Wagner approached him to tell him what had happened. He wrote down her number and said kindly that they would try to locate "Felix", the driver of her taxi.
There was nothing she could do, so, feeling dismal, she started heading for The Star building. As she was about to cross the street, she heard a vehicle hoot. She looked up. It was Felix in his taxi.
"Mama, here's your handbag," said Felix.
"Thank you so much," replied a stunned Wagner. "I'm so grateful to you. God bless you."
With a smile, Felix drove off. Wagner examined her bag. Everything was still there. Then her cellphone rang. It was the taxi association checking that she had her bag. "People don't always have a good view of taxi drivers but you do get honest ones," said the delighted receptionist.
