August 27th, 2008
“Son of a bitch, you’re running up the meter!”27 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.”15 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
[June 13th, 2007] The guy's on crutches, so I helpfully move my stuff off of the front seat so he can get in. Once he's settled, I'm happy to hear that he's headed to Milwaukie. It's been a slow night, and I need the trip.
I turn the key, and Mr. Lif comes from the speakers as I maneuver into traffic.
"What's this fucking nigger music?" the guy yells, "you some kind of fucking nigger or something?"
"OK man, trip's over." I pull back to the side of the road.
The guy's incredulous and refuses to get out. I tell him that while I understand that he's drunk and injured, I'm refusing him service.
"Damn straight I'm drunk! That's why I called a fucking cab!"
"Then behave yourself with the next guy."
His face reddens as his body language grows more animated. The crutches are wedged so that he can't use them, and I figure that if he swings with a fist he'll miss or graze me. If it happens, my best choice is to just get out of the cab and have the cops deal with him—I don't want to be seen fighting a disabled man, and it's not like he can chase me.
I unbuckle my seat belt and take the key out of the ignition, actions he seems to take as a threat. He yells at me as he gets out, and I've already pulled away before he can finish swinging a crutch at where the trunk was.
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Mr. DeWitt,
You seem to want to know how I'd have handled this asshole; as I have nothing else to do the moment (or most moments, these days), I'm happy to tell you.
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