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
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July 23rd, 2008
When I step into the obese old woman's apartment5 comments
July 16th, 2008
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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
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June 18th, 2008
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[December 19th, 2007]
“Those people need a cab.”
“Sucks for them,” I say as I pull into my friends’ driveway. It’s 2 o’clock on a massively busy night, and I’ve made enough money. I’m going to sit out the bar rush, hang out with my friends and listen to music.
“But they’ve got a kid!” I squint at the people waving from the other end of the block, and one of them is indeed holding a small child.
The couple’s in their early 30s; the little boy’s around 4. The man’s holding a mostly empty handle of whiskey, and asks how much it’ll cost to get to Southeast 52nd and Woodstock. When I guess $15, he shrugs and says they’ll walk.
It’s 28 degrees out, and none of them are dressed for it. I insist that they get in.
As I drive, the man and woman complain ceaselessly as the child sleeps. About how the busss aren’t running, about the “niggers” they got in a fight with at the MAX stop, about how society’s fucked and there aren’t any good people. About what victims they are.
I don’t talk until they try to thank me. I growl in a low voice that they’ve done a horrible thing to their child, that he’s the one I’m giving a ride, and that otherwise they’d be walking. The man just grumbles that it ain’t his kid, and they fall back to arguing.
I drop them off, and hurry back to the warmth of my friends’ company.
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RECENT COMMENTS ON “"Those people need a cab."”
Merry Xmas NCIII! And hooray for the end of those idiot movie comments!
That was not the end, merely the beginning
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so sad... just so sad. Reminds me of the people I see when I am waiting at the MAX stops in Gresham.
28 degrees is not that cold. should just let them walk like the man said. white trash does not chill easily due to massive fuming capacity.
