August 27th, 2008
“Son of a bitch, you’re running up the meter!”5 comments
August 20th, 2008
"Hey bro, remember me? You wrote that story about me in the paper."3 comments
August 13th, 2008
“It’s the Californians, man, the Californians are the worst.”13 comments
August 6th, 2008
The middle-aged man I picked up at Vendetta is in a hyperactively verbose lather ...0 comments
July 23rd, 2008
When I step into the obese old woman's apartment5 comments
July 16th, 2008
The obese old woman at Fred Meyer has a bad hip and a wheelchair...8 comments
July 9th, 2008
“...I need to take a shower first and wash all of this blood off.”6 comments
July 2nd, 2008
“So I’ve got these two women in the back of my cab who just refuse to get out...”8 comments
June 25th, 2008
“My friend’s getting divorced, and he’s really drunk,” says the bartender...8 comments
June 18th, 2008
There’s nothing like a good Friday night, and I’m referring to the money.3 comments
[May 24th, 2006] She insists on sitting in front, practically tapping her foot waiting for me to move my things, which are deliberately spread all over the seat to discourage just this. She wants to go to a Vancouver chapel I've never heard of.
"Do you need me to look it up, or can you direct me?" She can direct me.
I set aside my misgivings about her slightly off-balance eyes; I mean she looks like a harmlessly eccentric mother of several, albeit a slightly drunk one.
But... when I take the 4th Plain exit she yells at me that she had said to go downtown. "You said it was near downtown, but to take 4th Plain!" I'm heading for downtown; she tells me to turn on 12th, and then yells at me a few blocks later for passing it.
"Lady, 12th doesn't even cross 4th Plain, what the hell?!"
Now she's pissed, telling me every cab driver in town knows where the chapel is (yeah, right), and "you had better call this in, right now, you had better call this in."
"Jesus Christ, lady...."
"Don't you swear about my Jesus!" Her voice is like a steel trap. She starts pushing wildly at all the buttons on my console, reaching for my microphone.
"Oh, now wait just a minute here!" I pull over. "OK, now you're being a crazy bitch."
If her eyes were off-balance before, now they're completely over the edge. "That's verbal assault. You're under citizen's arrest." And she makes off with my cab key. [TO BE CONTINUED]
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