Disco Taxi

"Universidad del Claustro de Sor Juana, por favor."

"Okay."  Tiny disco balls drop down from the ceiling with coloured spotlights pointing at them, filling the taxi with beams of light as fog rises from the floor. Bee Gees music with a Tijuana brass flare blares from tiny, hidden speakers.  "WELCOME TO DISCO TAXI!"

"You've got to be kidding?"

"No, sir and ma'am, this is Disco Taxi!"

"What does that mean, exactly?"

"As I speed through the streets of Ciudad de México, you will be required to perform dance moves made famous by international films, including those made in Hollywood, Bollywood and our own domestic film industry."

"Sounds fantastic."

"What are your names?"

"I'm Miguel and this is my girlfriend, Stephanie."

"Are you ready to play DISCO TAXI?!"

"Sure."

"Okay, if you will push the buttons on the spots where your headrests are illegally missing, the seats will automatically fold down and form a brightly-flashing dance floor...

"Great!  Okay, there are handholds along the edge of the ceiling that you can use while your partner is trying to imitate some of the famous film scenes I will call out.  Are you ready?!"

"Sí."

"Very good.  A panel of judges who are watching this disco taxi via remote cameras will rate your dance moves.  If, at any time, one of your judging total averages drops below a 5, on a scale of 1 to 10, the side doors will open and you will be ejected onto the street, no matter how fast or slow I am going."

"Uh, I don't know about that."

"Too late!  Your verbal contract has been signed!  Let's begin!"