So, obviously I drive a Proton.
There are a lot SUV taxi's in Miami Beach, all of them yellowish with black trim.
You see where I'm going with this right?
Crazy woman hailed me at a stop light. Aggresively hailed me. I could not figure out what the heck she was doing, waiving and nodding at me from the side walk, then walking across the street, crossing in front of me and making eye contact. I nodded to her, thinking she was just a paranoid pedestrian that needed to make sure the car she was about to walk in front of saw her. Apparently nodding at her merely confirmed to her that I was open for business. So she tries to open my back passenger door. I had to roll down the window and let he know "I'm not a taxi" to get her to stop patting down my car for a mystery door handle.