Taxi or not a Taxi? That is the question.... by Miss Magoo Shakespeare

My friend and I had plans to go out that evening to one of the clubs in the city. She worked at the JFK airport and I had gone inside to pick her up. She was running a little late and I was getting a bit anxious! My taxi was waiting for us outside(of course! he couldn't be waiting inside!) and so I started to rush her a little, you know? So finally she came out of her office and we started walking fast towards the exit! We come outside and I guided her to our taxi... "Oh so sorry for the delay Sir, please take us to the Underground Club at 42nd street and 6th Avenue...."(address made up for security purposes), I noticed the driver is looking at me with an odd look on his face, so my friend says: "Come on! What are you waiting for? Let's go! We're supposed to meet some friends and we're already a little late!" (No, I did not realize the driver was not the same, I hadn't paid attention to his face before, plus it was already very dark).
"Who are you girls and what are you doing inside my car?" The driver asked with that same odd look from before. "Uhmm... aren't you the taxi driver?" We asked. "I am just here waiting for my wife to come, so can you two girls please get out before I get into some trouble?" He told us, again with that odd look on his face that by now was starting to freak me out! "I-I-I'm really sorry Sir." I said as we were leaving his car.
When we got out of his car, I then began looking for the real taxi, and we just heard this man beeping his horn madly at us. I then realized that was the right taxi this time!